Dusk 29: Mansu

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My hopes for the next 11 or so months. Enjoy.

nostalgic words of future me

I was almost not going to ‘bother’ myself with writing this, but how do I go all out this year already?

I’ll start by putting a cap on the previous year. Chai, that year was just one kind. There was too much money learning going down. I learned and earned not much. Learnt how not to set too many goals and how to successfully be a victim of online scam. Apart from the fact that I was mostly broke and frequently unhappy, it was a year of plenty ‘strategic’ plans (my manager’s fav words) and preparations for a better 2015.

So, here goes:

Be Bold.

On the 30th day of January, I take a long walk out of misery my job into happiness or reality as some call it. This significantly is the beginning of this year for me. I had counted down for long, prepared, anticipated and wait…

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A bit more than twenty

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Hey you, did you read the last post here? But you do know of a recent trend in the air, that one that never gets old, about sharing a bit of what you are with the world? Anyways, i was tagged in  one of such posts, to share 20 facts about myself, and because my Instagram page does not have a note pad, i decided to drop them here. Enjoy20 facts

*adjusts goggles* somebody just has to indulge all these children. ‘mimic: 20 facts about me’. Well. I am not such an easy task and here are 20 random facts about me.

#1- The above paragraph has stated 5 facts about me already. You’ll be smart to decipher. (Even though the very smart boyfriend of my lover makes my effort to be smart seem commonplace) wa’evurr. Moving on…

#2- I think I am weird. Contrary to what many think, I am sometimes austere (or vice-versa).

#3- I have amnesia and love puns. (Final question, Edoho asked frankly, ‘what word comes before boy in the following sentence?’ -__- I definitely had been asked before) *there is absolutely no intended pun in this statement*

#4- I love food, perfumes and watches. Hell yeah, and money!

#5- I am such a ‘butt’ (add the ‘y’ if you wish). I think I am related to a ‘Saka’… But what is life without Sarcastically Smart people?

#6- I love people.  Although it seems like I don’t care to care sometimes, I sincerely do. I reach out and some people take this wrongly, but this is the part where I couldn’t…never mind!

#7- I think I am a smart person. It’s hard to live otherwise. (Sometimes I catch  myself looking down on dull people. Hey! It’s not my fault). You cannot catch me ‘taboning’. (Some people will kill themselves over this ‘tabon’ issue. DIE!)

#8- I love to use pen on paper (or ink on screen). I am trying to say I like to write. (I doubt if I can ever get how these ‘writers’ do it)*shrugs*

#9- I am a bloody Entrepreneur. I have no businesses to my name, but I do have business names.     

#10- I happen to be one of those very misunderstood people, but then, aren’t we all? I am a victim of ageism.

#11- I love family. Mine, yours, your neighbours’, friends’, foes’, rich, poor, anything family, I LOVE!

#12- I take pride in my person! I have a very gargantuan ego.

#13- I love to be humble. (I can certainly say I am in 5 years, when I’m an alumnus of HBS, possibly a billionaire, and boast of the world’s largest collection of watches. Errm, for now, I just love to be humble).

#15-  If I start mentioning names of the women I love now, some people will get jealous. I try to make everyone feel special, for absolutely nothing in return. Please don’t bug me, I HATE IT!!!

#14- Oh, 14 comes before 15? The husband is strolling down from Jupiter. Baby, I’m almost getting tired of waiting o. Btw, if I were a boy; I’d be the world’s greatest bf.

#16- My smile is beautiful and contagious.

#17- I cannot walk in heels. Don’t imagine it, it’s horrible!!!

#18- I pee a lot. Doctors say I’m fine. I don’t do dirt.

#19- I am sometimes as boring as when Timi ‘Drykolo’ sings. It can never get worse than that tho.

#20- I can write 20 facts about myself while … Phuckeet, I’m pressed (said Fabriccino to Iron Man).

P.s: Seeing that you were able to read through my rants, I owe you one slice of cake*

 

 

 

 

 

* After you’ve used the comment box. 😀

Barry – the Bee

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Recently (this is definitely a throwback), I saw this really fascinating, exciting, interesting, sweet, brilliant animated movie called THE BEE MOVIE! If you haven’t seen it, please go look for it. It is a must-watch! The quality of the movie was DOPE and its content was nothing short of awesome. I’d like to believe the genre is ‘comedy’. Errm…ok, we are not here to get a movie review, rather to take away with us some ‘honey’- one or two lessons I learnt from the movie using the main character, Berry, as my focal point. :D.

 Barry is a ‘bee-man’, young college graduate hoping to get an amazing job! Well yeah, like us humans.  However, he was the type that liked to explore. So, he decided to go on an adventure – to go out there, to the real world.

 He got to the ‘real world’ where humans live and noticed the ills that were done by men towards the ‘bee-world’. He tried to correct these ills in which he ‘awesomely’ succeeded. Yes!!! Berry never quit, even when the cause he was pursuing seemed IMPOSSIBLE. He was ‘bervin’ like that- resilient. He identified the challenges that were posed by the human world to the bee world and with every and all resources at his disposal and beyond; he was able to solve all mystery. What was exactly fascinating was how a small bee conquered an entire human race.

 I particularly revere him for his ZEAL, COMPASSION, INTELLIGENCE and BRAVERY. These are basic human qualities that take us to places we could never imagine. Your interest in and passion about something drives you towards its attainment even in the midst of hardest of tussles. Also, the relevant and necessary information you have about what you are pursuing takes you closer to your desired goal, therefore, seeking knowledge is very important. Confidence and bravery are also very essential in becoming successful in this world. Remember that confidence isn’t pride. Trust me, develop these qualities in the right mix and in no time, you’ll be climbing the ladder of success with your own stories to share.

 

Be BERVIN MAVIN like that.

Dialogue Uno

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Lady G: Hi.
Mrs. A: Hello. how are u?
G: good. u dont remember me, do you?
A: im really sorry. I’m new here tho.
G: yes nao, it is u. is it not u that ur husband just got a federal govt contract worth hundreds of millions? Shebi ur kids now attend greensprings. U people’s house is even the finest in the estate. Ah! my sister, I envy u o. So what do u do? m sure u r not a house wife. I dont think u have registered with the women’s association in this estate? it’s not like those people even do anything serious, it’s only talk talk, amebo. Can u imagine, Mrs. Amodu organized one very big party like that, and u won’t believe her husband didn’t show up. he was in his room all thru. Me I knew something was nor right. My sister, after me I chopped buffet free, I left o. Because my husband doesn’t like all these women gatherings. Chei. men r wicked o. I heard later from the amebos that he slipped in one hotel bathroom. only God knows what he was doing there. My sister, dont let me delay u jare. maybe ur off to work. Ah, see me, it’s past 10, u can’t be going to work. do u own a shop? what side are you going? U dont have a driver?

You have only one shot at a ‘killer line’. What would it be?

Day One

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Monday, the 26th

Well, to begin with, I would never have thought that I’d ever dream this, let alone, write about it. Anyways, as fate would have it, here I am, communicating with the world, as a TEACHER.

Today 26th August, 2013 marks the beginning of my journey through the world as a teacher. Let me state here and now that one would think teaching is one of those easy tasks, but hey, trust me, y’all know nothing ‘bout that stuff.  I’d like to share my utmost concern about the younger generation and that I am one of those who are very optimistic about a better Nigeria.

I, however, could not think of a better platform to reach out to and impart in these kids, those values which we so desire (well, I believe values still exist). Hence, I took up a teaching job, at an elementary school (catch ‘em young, they say).

(You may also like to know that I had been working for myself, as a concept development consultant, which I still run by the way: D). Fortunately, I’d add, destiny was kind enough to ‘throw’ me into one of those schools in Nigeria that employ a standard British curriculum in teaching, which, personally, I find a lot more beneficial. I know ur asking ‘why’ now? I mean, I wasn’t taught maths relating it to shopping at ‘Shoprite’ as the numeracy textbooks have. It’d be a lot easier for students to understand and solve mathematical problems if these problems were directly and reasonably related to their real-life experiences.

All that been said, first day went just fine. There was our first meeting with the school administrators and colleagues, very lovely environment, I must add. Part from the fact that I did not have breakfast before leaving the house (out of the fear that I may run late), hence, I was exhausted; decorating the classroom was not much of a biggie. Again, I’d say, if ALL schools (public, private, home, wa’ever) had cosy, conducive, beautiful and well-decorated classrooms, our children will probably learn better.

Yeah! Did I mention that my colleagues make me want to learn already? I had seen pretty much on paper that the quality of an organization’s staff has an unquantifiable consequence on the efficiency, effectiveness and productivity of the organization. I remember jesting that it’ll be useless for anyone in this environment to ‘brag’ about his or her ‘university degree’, knowing fully well the capacity and capabilities of his or her colleagues, displayed already, ON THE FIRST DAY! I MEAN, I WAS LITERALLY ‘WOOOWED’.

I’ll simply conclude at this point that the Nigerian Educational System (NES) has a long way to go (where’s Cassie btw?)

So basically, 1st day was all about getting acquainted with the school environment and people. I have a senior tutor with whom I share a class and who I will be understanding understudying. Yeah, so we were trying to form a bond (u know, like James Bond) and all that. Pretty much a typical first day. Good ending. School closes at 4.00p.m and so do I.

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How it all began…

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Good morning world, before i begin to share my story(ies) as a teacher, you may like to know a lil about this personality.

I am a Miss (seen from the name of this blog, ryt?)
I am also a graduate of Sociology from one of the very few good schools in Nigeria and yeah, i attended one of the best secondary schools in Nigeria. I am very passionate about a better Nigeria (you may have seen from some of my posts here) and I believe my generation is one that will make a positive change.

I have been consulting (concept development) for a while now, something i find very interesting and challenging and of course, quite profitable. I am also a ‘business woman’… So, the reason for my choice of this job (teaching) is definitely NOT for the money.

I have tried to give counselling, within my capacity, to young people with the lil knowledge and wisdom bestowed on me :D. This coupled with the experiences i have also had growing up, i am working towards assisting young people grow. I notice that there are so many loopholes that need to be adequately filled, too many issues bothering young people that need to be properly addressed.

Fortunately for me, during one of my ‘consulting jobs’, i took a visit to ‘this school’ to meet with one of my ‘clients’, who later turned out to invite me to work at the school. I refused initially for many other reasons, but then i had a rethink. i thought that if everyone keeps ‘chickening’ away from being a teacher, and waiting for the ‘right, best, white collar’ job to come, oh well, i do not see a ‘growing’ Nigeria.

Immediately, like a functional spring, i rose up to take the offer, boldly and proudly. And here i am today, with all smiles, a proud teacher of the younger generation.

Join me in riding through Le Journey.

MY Dream NAIJA

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This is definitely a throwback, but then still holds water, whenever…

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Today, the 15th of April, 2012, a warm hot Sunday it is, i pick up my pen, figuratively speaking and begin to write this book I have always intended. A book about Nigeria, its present, obvious and not-very-known problems, the experiences Nigerians have faced and are still facing, especially the youth as well as the possible solutions to these problems. I intend that this book will reach Nigerians, far and wide and also help in contributing to the development and growth of the country, which is the ultimate goal of this project. I, with this book, hope that the message of the Nigerian youth be passed across to our leaders, that their voices and cries are heard, that the challenges they face in schools, societies in general, within and outside the labour market and in the Diaspora are brought to the public’s notice and most importantly, solutions are proffered.

There are several issues bothering and hindering the capacity and capability of a large number of the Nigerian youth, hence, the stagnant growth of the country. It should be known that the undermining of an individual’s capacity and capability eventually leads to failure. According to the Structural-Functionalist theorists, the proper or adequate functioning of an organism or structure is as a result of the perfect conditions of the structures or bits that make up such an organism or system. In essence, the cohesion of several units performing their roles makes up a system in its best form. I always tell people, everyone is a pace-setter. We all have the ability to do what no one has done before and if we so do very much, others simply want to follow. Start something today, meaningful or not, pleasant or not, legal or not, and thousands of people follow suit. This thus makes you a pace-setter. However, the type of legacies we leave should be those in which everyone would love to be remembered for.

Nigeria seems to me like a broken pot that can be mended with the right proportion and mixture of clay/adhesive. The positive attitude and contributions of people of my generation towards the growth of this country in the right proportion is the much needed adhesive to cement the broken pot. This generation is a thinking one and is revolutionary in nature, I suppose. Nigerian youth need to speak up and let their voices be heard. Actions they say, speak louder than voice. I was also taught sometime ago that the hands that work are far better than lips that pray. Words won’t do all of it. Yorubas would say ‘enu oshe’ (Words alone won’t solve a problem). We need to Stand Up and Stand right!

We all hope for a better Naija, and we all will strive for a better country. I hope for my country to return to free accessible quality education; for our government to be corrupt-free; for good roads; for clean free water; for better houses and homes for all and sundry. I hope that in a few years, Nigerian Universities will be ranked among the best in the world. I hope for a Nigeria where my freedom of speech is highly respected. I hope for a country with a just judicial system. A system that actually supports free and fair elections.  A system that can fairly and justly attend to and cater to rape victims. I hope for a sensible and reasonable government, one that wouldn’t praise ‘thieves’ and rub their deeds on our faces. I hope for a country where the truth isn’t swept under the rug because a High Chief is involved or a politician. I hope for that country where lives of its people are not compromised for money. I hope for a country in which merit is put before anything. I HOPE FOR A BETTER NIGERIA!

Pride or Confidence

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*Hello world* Well, here we are again… Buh u know its amazing how this year’s moving so fast…i’m almost losing count, u know… Anyways, enjoy the read…

There has been a question I‘ve had to ask myself several times and I’m still yet to get a satisfactory and convincing answer.

What is that significant difference between CONFIDENCE and PRIDE?

In answering this question satisfactorily, I decided to seek people’s opinions and here is a few of the answers I got:

Rotimi: where Pride entails that the ‘bearer’ possesses some sort of luxury in order to relate with a person, Confidence is more of a natural thing. He is of the notion that a proud person bases his relationship with people on material things as against the natural flow that occurs within a confident person.

Tayo on the other hand thinks “Confidence is having belief in your abilities. Pride won’t ever let you do it in the first place. Confidence can make you apologize without feeling bad. Pride sets in when you are over confident. It may also set in when you try to evaluate and believe you are better off than many people. Confidence is believing that people are better than you just the way you are better than others but you are still good in your way, style, field. So many people talk with pride rather than confidence and when some people talk with confidence it is mistaken for pride. For example, I know I used to earn 150k hoping for a 200k job then I’m offered a 40k job. Even though I don’t have any source of income at the moment, I refuse to take on the 40k, some would say its pride, but it’s not, it means I know what I’m worth.

Segun on the one hand, popularly referred to as ‘Shege’ said in ‘simple terms’, Pride is stupidity and Confidence is self-worth, ended with SHIKENA!!!

I have battled with my inner-self and with external forces in clearly differentiating between Pride and Confidence. In my opinion however, both terms are subject to subjective values or individual opinions. I think that the difference is that PRIDE is displayed when an individual is ‘unsure’ while Confidence goes with ‘certainty’.

It will be of utmost interest to know your individual opinions about these terms, using the comment box. Thank you.

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Spare the Child

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*Clears tipper-load of web* The young woman has been on a long break (which i am actually tired of now), but hopefully, She is back again (for a while, maybe :D)….moving on, this new category focuses on personal opinions on issues (which may not necessarily be exclusively right n bla bla bla, but MY OPINIONS tho)…Please enjoy the very first post on this:

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Ah ah! Looking back at those years now, growing up was fun. Really fun, even the beatings, FUN! In recent times, I sit and reminisce and just laugh. I’m amazed at how hysterical I can go about those times. But trust me, back then, it was no fun. My mum was a good ‘whipper’, very skilful one and she could beat for reasons which include ‘writing your assignments on your bed’.  She was good with those lasting strokes you wouldn’t forget. Pop man on the other hand was a rash lasher, anything goes, leaving ‘fine’ prints on your temple like a typical ‘da viva’ cloth. That was what we called ‘egba’. I got the least beatings though, I was too butty for cane *looks away*Now that’s MY family. It’s different in other places and among other people. Personally, I am yet to see beating as anything asides baleful. I see it as a way of oppressing young people or just another means of manifesting anger or aggression which is usually towards the younger folk of course. I remember my final year in Secondary School when the Principal nearly killed me because he ‘caught’ me skipping a class. He simply walked me into the class and asked why I was out at that time, and the teacher was in no way supportive. I received 14 hot strokes that day, without ‘Princi’ understanding my reason for not being in class which I considered very genuine. He didn’t even give me chance to talk. Loool… I know y’all are waiting for the reason…call me to find out..:p.. Anyways, it was accounts class which my folks sort of over cajoled me to take. I didn’t like the course a bit and from the beginning I had psychologically failed. Unfortunately or to make matters worse, the teacher of that subject was well over 70years. He was a very old and uninteresting individual. That was just more salt to the injury, hence, my continued dislike for the subject, hence, my reason for continued skipping. I didn’t know a thing of accounts, I didn’t like it and the teacher wasn’t at all helpful. Eventually, I FAILED FINANCIAL ACCOUNTING IN MY WAEC EXAM- ‘D’.

The day I concluded that ‘beaters’ need counselling sessions was when I visited someone sometime, and quite unfortunately, I witnessed ‘beating of life’. I don’t clearly remember what the child did, but I recollect vividly that I shed tears with the child as she was being ‘disciplined’. It went from wire to canes to ‘omorogun’ to bottles to shoes. That was one hell of a beating.  Sadly, it was a girl child..:( The father was shouting, the child was crying and the mother sef was shaking. In my head I was just like WTF?!!! Seriously, whatever this child did, it did not warrant that she be treated that way, why don’t u just go ahead and slaughter her, so u save urself physical, mental and emotional stress which I know are inevitable after that episode of ‘WWW’s royal rumble’… Yorubas have this adage that goes (Omo ole buru titi ka gbe fun ekun pa), I think that’s how it goes… It literally means that no matter how difficult a child may be, the parents or family will not serve him to a lion as its prey. So why kill your kids with your hands?

I have argued this issue with different people cutting across different phases of life and of course they have varying stands concerning ‘beating a child’. Some are of the opinion that children MUST be beaten and that parents who ‘fail’ to beat their kids have the worst. Some argued that yes beating is highly encouraged and welcome, but should stop when the child gets to a certain age. And that makes me remember one of my family friends; the father still beat him in his 3rd year in school, UNIVERSITY o.

Despite their attempted explanations tho, I am not yet very much convinced with regards to beating a child. I am very sure there are parents who have raised highly responsible kids without employing beating as a means of correction or ‘reinforcement’ as someone stated. Not only do I not support the manner that people use in beating, I can almost sometimes bxxtch slap grown-ups for reasons for some beatings. I mean, why on earth will you want to kill a 10 year old because he has refused to eat, saying he is not hungry?

When I brought up the issue of how the West deal with their kids, a lot of people condemned ‘such drivel’ (the exact words a friend used..Imagine the anger) and quickly rose to criticisms, claiming that the absence of beating of children is the main cause of the rampant dysfunctions among them. Some ‘good people’ are of the opinion that the beatings their parents gave them then, are part of the reasons for their successes today. Well, I have cousins who are citizens of the United Kingdom and who I have never seen or heard their parents beat and have turned out to be wonderful kids. I mean Wonderful, in all sense of the word. And on the other hand, I have a direct case of an individual who his parents beat almost every day of his life and has turned out to be a college dropout, a tout and a very irresponsible being, which eventually means that all the beatings could NOT achieve a thing.

Like this category reads, it is a perspective, my opinion™. I’d love to read your stance on this issue via the comment box :D…Till then, SPARE THE CHILD AND ROT THE ROD! *Chaow*(remember him in Hangover?)