Dear diary,
We all know or at least have heard about the rule about dating exes or the eleventh commandment as some like to call it. If you haven't heard, it's one of the unwritten laws in girl code, you do not date your friend's ex or someone who has chyked you friend before, at least no without telling her. She can either give you the go ahead or not to date the dude, it's now up to you to decide if you want to save the friendship and forget the dude or date the dude and forget about the friendship!
So we know about that and what to do if you ever find yourself in that situation. But what do you do when a guy that liked you or chyked you, a guy who you never felt anything for starts liking your friend and asks you to hook them up?
Thursday, November 28, 2013
Thursday, November 14, 2013
November 14th
Dear Diary,
Why is it so easy for us to jump into conclusion about people without even knowing a thing about them? Why is it so easy to think the worst about a person whose name we do not even know?
I was out with a few people today and we were discussing about prostitutes, they assumed that all the girls that lived in a certain building were prostitutes, I was of the opinion that it was an unfair generalization because families with well-raised daughters lived there too. Just as we were passing the building we saw a young lady standing waiting for a taxi in front of the building, and they both went ‘see, like this girl now, there is no way you can tell me she is not a prostitute’. How can you just look at someone you do not know and jump to such a horrible conclusion about her?
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
November 6th
Dear Diary,
Today I saw the power of a mother’s love; today I saw a
mother’s love in action.
In court today one of the cases that came up had to do with
the custody of the kids of divorced parents.
The lady in this case had no lawyer and from the first minute
she opened her mouth to tell the judge that a lawyer was not representing her,
you could feel the emotions in her voice. She eventually gave in to the tears
we, well I, were all trying to hold back.
Friday, November 1, 2013
November 1st
Dear Diary,
I was up as early as 4:30am today, but that’s cool, I was up
for a good reason. My family friend had just found out that she passed her Bar
finals, not only did she pass, she passed it very well.
Now if you are a lawyer or if you are related to a lawyer,
you would know that wait for your bar final result is one of the most tension
filled phase of any lawyer’s life. Just one year at the Nigerian Law School
makes a joke of the five years you spent studying law in the university. So
yes, I didn’t mind being awake at 4:30am while she calls to all her friends and
loved ones to tell them about her result and to find out how the had fared, I
had been there before, so I understood quite well.
Thursday, October 31, 2013
October 31st
Dear Diary,
Why do we like boxing people into boxes of what we think
they should be like, without any consideration to who they already are? We just
look at people and assume they have to be or act a certain way, without even
considering that people were made differently.
Why can't we just try to understand and accept people for who
they are? The fact that you don't understand someone’s way of life doesn't
mean that their way of life is wrong. It’s just like cultures, the fact that
you as an Ibo man doesn't understand why a Yoruba boy has to lie flat on the
floor to greet his elders doesn't mean its wrong. Or the fact that you a Yoruba man
can't understand why an Ibo boy wouldn't lie flat on the floor to greet his
elders doesn't make it wrong either.
We need to cut each other some slack; we cannot all be the
same. Imagine how boring and annoying this world would be if every single
person on earth had the same character traits. Imagine if every single person on earth were loud and boisterous, we would end up getting on each other’s
nerves everyday. Or imagine if everyone were to be on the quiet side, we would all
end up like zombies. Variety is said to be the spice of life, if we were all
alike, this life would be so boring.
Why can't we just accept people for who they are instead of
trying to change them? Life is too short to be anything but happy, so why would
you want to see another person unhappy. Yes, you want to see others unhappy,
when you fit them into a box that they don't fit into. That’s what you are
doing when you want them to pretend to be someone other than himself or herself.
Life wouldn’t be any fun if we were all alike.
Love always,
Iphie,
XoXo
Monday, October 28, 2013
October 28th
Dear Diary,
Today I had the funniest experience at the saloon.
So there I was sitting calmly as my stylist attended to me,
in walk two girls obviously to get their fine on. No big, they didn’t really
stand out, so there was nothing to notice about them. Boy was I in for a
surprise, yeah nothing really stood out about them, until they opened their
mouths.
They couldn’t speak a lick of English yet they wanted
everything in the salon. It started with the hair style one of them wanted to
have made, all she wanted to make was an invisible part, but it took the
stylist about twenty minutes to get what she wanted, I am sure it would have
taken an hour if someone with the style she wanted hadn’t walk in.
Next she wanted to get her nails done, that was when the real
laughter started, she kept pointing at her nails and saying she wanted them
‘poof poof’, nobody understood what ‘poof poof’ was, so for a few minutes it
was a mixture of ‘poof poof’, laughter and trying to understand what she wanted
to be done for her.
Her next target was the guy that sells weavons, she wanted a
certain length and colour of weavon, which they guy didn’t have but he kept
trying to convince that they one he was showing her was better. Mind you, she
walked in with her own weavon which she already asked the stylist to dye blond,
note that she is a really dark girl.
So in walks a fair make up artist that sells make up in the
salon, and suddenly she wanted to look like her and so in her usually manner,
she asked the girl to sell makeup and also teach her how to make up. At first
the make up artist was acting all hostile towards her, but when she realised
this was a cow that she could keep milking, she suddenly put on her sunny side.
At the end she complained that she didn’t look like the makeup artist after her
makeup session was over, obviously you can’t look like her, she is fair while
you are dark.
It was hilarious and all but I eventually had ask my stylist
if she could understand English. Apparently the girls were from Niger Republic
and could barely put English sentences together but could speak English and
French. He went ahead to note that communication was really important when
doing business. He said they were brought in by pimps to ‘attend’ to the needs
of our big men; he also questioned their economic value to Nigeria.
While it was hilarious to watch, it raised a few important
questions, why are our borders so porous? Girls that had no business being in
our country somehow found their way into our country with no problems. You can
only imagine what the boys that get in from Niger are up to, definitely up to
no good. I think of them and I think of crime, I think of boko haram, I think
murder, I think armed robbers.
My stylist also raised an important question, what economic
value were they adding to Nigeria, zero. So what were they looking for here?
Just here causing a nuisance.
It also brought to fore the very dubious nature of human
beings. Everybody in the salon were suddenly willing to serve her the moment
they realised she was a cow they could keep milking, a cow that communication
barriers didn’t let negotiate. They way they inflated prices was appalling.
It’s sad that people are willing to cheat someone who obviously didn’t
understand the language or the system.
I cut my hair really low today, very daring I know, lol!!!
Love always,
Iphie,
XoXo
Friday, October 25, 2013
October 25th
Dear Diary,
What is it like being the other half of a famous person or as we like to call them, celeb? What is it like being married to someone famous, what is it like dating someone famous?
Looking in from outside like I am doing, you seem to lose your identity the moment you decide to make your relationship/marriage to a celeb public. For some reason as long as you keep your relationship away from the public eye, you have an identity, but the moment you take it public, your identity seems to take a back seat. You suddenly become, Mr A's fiance, Mr B's girlfriend, Miss C's boyfriend, Mr/Miss D's spouse, you suddenly lose your identity.
Very recently the partner of a very a really popular on air personality/celeb, got to be part of some show, thats great news right, its always goodnews when we see people progressing. All the blogs that were up to date in Nigeria carried the news. But apart from the fact that all the bogs had the story in common, the other thing I noticed that they had in common was the way they referred to the young man in question. They all went, Miss C's beau, Miss C's fiance, Miss C's man get TV deal. It suddenly seemed like it wasn't about him, all I could see was was Miss C. This is just one of many cases that I have seen.
It can't be fun when all the credit for your hard work can't just be given to you, when you can't take the spotlight for something you have done, without having to share it with your more popular partner. Funny thing is, you may even be famous, just not as famous as you partner, but yet you keep getting tagged as, Mr A's beau goes to London, Miss B's beau goes to the beach.
But then again, what do I know, I am just here looking in from the edge.
Love always,
Iphie,
XoXo
What is it like being the other half of a famous person or as we like to call them, celeb? What is it like being married to someone famous, what is it like dating someone famous?
Looking in from outside like I am doing, you seem to lose your identity the moment you decide to make your relationship/marriage to a celeb public. For some reason as long as you keep your relationship away from the public eye, you have an identity, but the moment you take it public, your identity seems to take a back seat. You suddenly become, Mr A's fiance, Mr B's girlfriend, Miss C's boyfriend, Mr/Miss D's spouse, you suddenly lose your identity.
Very recently the partner of a very a really popular on air personality/celeb, got to be part of some show, thats great news right, its always goodnews when we see people progressing. All the blogs that were up to date in Nigeria carried the news. But apart from the fact that all the bogs had the story in common, the other thing I noticed that they had in common was the way they referred to the young man in question. They all went, Miss C's beau, Miss C's fiance, Miss C's man get TV deal. It suddenly seemed like it wasn't about him, all I could see was was Miss C. This is just one of many cases that I have seen.
It can't be fun when all the credit for your hard work can't just be given to you, when you can't take the spotlight for something you have done, without having to share it with your more popular partner. Funny thing is, you may even be famous, just not as famous as you partner, but yet you keep getting tagged as, Mr A's beau goes to London, Miss B's beau goes to the beach.
But then again, what do I know, I am just here looking in from the edge.
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| Photo Credit: Kidz World |
Love always,
Iphie,
XoXo
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
October 23rd
Dear Diary,
Is it that Nigerians are generally stupid, or is it that they just prefer to be really stubborn. Or can someone please explain to me why we can't obey simple instruction that have been laid down to make our lives easier, but most importantly for our own safety.
Every time I have to fly, I find myself asking this same question, why on earth would you want to go against rules that were put in place for you own safety and the safety of others. I mean, come on, if you are not interested in living, please at least consider others who are still enjoying the time they have left on this earth, don't send them to the other side earlier than necessary.
So what am I ranting about, *sigh*, its people who decide that it is ok to turn on their phone at the very moment when it is being announced that passengers should please turn off all electronic devices for landing, that are getting me so mad. Oh and the ones that decide its ok for them to take off their seat belt while the plane is still landing.
I really don't care if you take your seat belt off while the plane is still trying to land, thats your business, its your own safety your are jeopardizing, not mine. But when you jeopardize my safety and the safety of other innocent passenger, you make it my business.
How can any sane human being want to do anything that would jeopardize their safety, why wouldn't you do something as little as turning off all electronic devices? So why are we asked to turn off all electronic devices during takeoff and landing. It has to be something pretty serious right, well yes it is. There are concerns that the radio emission from these devices may interfere with the aircraft's electronic system. Takeoff and landing are pretty important parts of the journey by air, there is a lot of communication going on between the crew and the control tower, so why on earth would you want to do anything that has a possibility of interfering with that.
These communications between the control tower and the crew are crucial to a safe takeoff and landing, so why would you want to do anything to disrupt that. It may be argued that no plane has ever crashed as a result of an electronic device that was left turned on during takeoff or landing. But are you really willing to take that chance, with the number of plane crashes we have had in Nigeria, do you really want to find out if an electronic device that was left turned on can bring down a plane. If you do not care about your safety, please consider others who like living on earth.
On a lighter note, who has ever been on a plane where the passengers start clapping, singing and praying after the pilot lands the plane safely. Lmao, really, did you expect the plane to crash.
Love always,
Iphie
XoXo
Is it that Nigerians are generally stupid, or is it that they just prefer to be really stubborn. Or can someone please explain to me why we can't obey simple instruction that have been laid down to make our lives easier, but most importantly for our own safety.
Every time I have to fly, I find myself asking this same question, why on earth would you want to go against rules that were put in place for you own safety and the safety of others. I mean, come on, if you are not interested in living, please at least consider others who are still enjoying the time they have left on this earth, don't send them to the other side earlier than necessary.
So what am I ranting about, *sigh*, its people who decide that it is ok to turn on their phone at the very moment when it is being announced that passengers should please turn off all electronic devices for landing, that are getting me so mad. Oh and the ones that decide its ok for them to take off their seat belt while the plane is still landing.
I really don't care if you take your seat belt off while the plane is still trying to land, thats your business, its your own safety your are jeopardizing, not mine. But when you jeopardize my safety and the safety of other innocent passenger, you make it my business.
How can any sane human being want to do anything that would jeopardize their safety, why wouldn't you do something as little as turning off all electronic devices? So why are we asked to turn off all electronic devices during takeoff and landing. It has to be something pretty serious right, well yes it is. There are concerns that the radio emission from these devices may interfere with the aircraft's electronic system. Takeoff and landing are pretty important parts of the journey by air, there is a lot of communication going on between the crew and the control tower, so why on earth would you want to do anything that has a possibility of interfering with that.
These communications between the control tower and the crew are crucial to a safe takeoff and landing, so why would you want to do anything to disrupt that. It may be argued that no plane has ever crashed as a result of an electronic device that was left turned on during takeoff or landing. But are you really willing to take that chance, with the number of plane crashes we have had in Nigeria, do you really want to find out if an electronic device that was left turned on can bring down a plane. If you do not care about your safety, please consider others who like living on earth.
On a lighter note, who has ever been on a plane where the passengers start clapping, singing and praying after the pilot lands the plane safely. Lmao, really, did you expect the plane to crash.
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| Photo Credit: Daily Mail |
Love always,
Iphie
XoXo
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
October 15th
Dear Diary,
Why do I love fine boys so much? Hehehe, I don't know why oh, but there is just something about a fine boy that just makes me happy. I use 'fine boy' in the widest sense, it would just be weird for me to keep saying 'fine man' lol.
As funny as this may sound, I would take a fine boy anyday over a guy that has just money to offer!! Hehehe, I said this once on twitter and only the guys were with me on this. The girls kept saying, 'fine boy ko, hot boy ni, na fine we go chop'. They all wanted a guy with money over one that had just finess to offer.
As for me sha, give me a fine boy with potentials any day over a rich boy, at least my father didn't send me to school for how many years for nothing, don't worry we would both work hard together thank you. Sometimes when I see a fine boy, I just feel like going in search of his mum to say, 'thank you ma for blessing my eyes with such beauty'.
But don't get it twisted oh, I am not shallow enough to think that a man's beauty is all that matters, nah mehn. There is nothing as sexy as a guy who is intelligent, a guy you can have a conversation with about almost everything possible under the sun. What's more sexy than an intelligent fine boy? An intelligent fine boy with a mad ass body! But if we suddenly run out of fine boys on earth, the only other men I would look at are confident, intelligent, well dressed men, with of course mad ass bodies. Note that I said confident not arrogant, there is nothing as unsexy as an arrogant man.
*sigh* All this talk about fine boys is making me happy. Anyway feast your eyes on some famous fine boys I found, I don't want to put pictures of 'not so famous' fine boys, before some people hunt me down with a bucket of acid. Enjoy!! Hehehe!!
Why do I love fine boys so much? Hehehe, I don't know why oh, but there is just something about a fine boy that just makes me happy. I use 'fine boy' in the widest sense, it would just be weird for me to keep saying 'fine man' lol.
As funny as this may sound, I would take a fine boy anyday over a guy that has just money to offer!! Hehehe, I said this once on twitter and only the guys were with me on this. The girls kept saying, 'fine boy ko, hot boy ni, na fine we go chop'. They all wanted a guy with money over one that had just finess to offer.
As for me sha, give me a fine boy with potentials any day over a rich boy, at least my father didn't send me to school for how many years for nothing, don't worry we would both work hard together thank you. Sometimes when I see a fine boy, I just feel like going in search of his mum to say, 'thank you ma for blessing my eyes with such beauty'.
But don't get it twisted oh, I am not shallow enough to think that a man's beauty is all that matters, nah mehn. There is nothing as sexy as a guy who is intelligent, a guy you can have a conversation with about almost everything possible under the sun. What's more sexy than an intelligent fine boy? An intelligent fine boy with a mad ass body! But if we suddenly run out of fine boys on earth, the only other men I would look at are confident, intelligent, well dressed men, with of course mad ass bodies. Note that I said confident not arrogant, there is nothing as unsexy as an arrogant man.
*sigh* All this talk about fine boys is making me happy. Anyway feast your eyes on some famous fine boys I found, I don't want to put pictures of 'not so famous' fine boys, before some people hunt me down with a bucket of acid. Enjoy!! Hehehe!!
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| Oh Alex |
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| Banky is sexy and he knows it |
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| Can somebody introduce me to Dj Xclusive already |
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| *Sigh* |
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| Oh Ebuka, beauty and brains, our kids would be unbeatable |
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| Dear Lord |
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| How do you cope with being this beautiful |
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| Oh Lynxx |
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| The body on Peter tho |
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| You know you didn't see the car
Oh dear, I have to stop here, if not, if its possible to die of happiness right now I would, but then I would go to fine boy heaven. Hahaha
Dear mother, I know you would read this post, now you know what I do when I am not thinking of how to change Nigeria, hehehe. One last thing, there should be an instagram page dedicated to fine boys, maybe I should set one up and have y'all send in pictures.
Hello my name is Iphie, and I am addicted to fine boys. Ok bye!!! Hehehehe!!!
Love always,
Iphie
XoXo
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Thursday, September 26, 2013
September 26th 2013
Dear Diary,
Is procrastination really the steal of time? Lol! I know what is going through your minds right now, 'is she ok', 'is she drunk', 'didn't she read what she just wrote'? Lol, don't worry your reactions are all normal.
I can still see my face, mentally that is, when my kid sisters came home from school on a holiday. A reverend sister in their school had made that mistake while addressing the school. I laughed my head off when I heard it, and we still use it to get some laughs up till this day. Hilarious right, lol, I knew it would catch your attention.
Anyway, back to the issue at hand, is procrastination really the thief of time?
I have been away from both my blogs for a few weeks now and the reason is not too far from procrastination and lack of who to interview. For my Abj loving, Abuja Living blog it has more to do with lack of young people to interview and lack of inspiration to write. Thats sad, considering the fact that the blog would be a year in two days. As for this blog, it has more to do with procrastination. *covers face*.
I have a lot of ideas just sitting there waiting to be developed but for some reason, I keep putting them of. I keep saying oh, when I get home, when I get home I say 'oh let me rest', when I am rested I say 'oh let me eat'. When I eat, my next excuse is to watch a little tv while resting. Before I know it, its time for bed and I wake up the next morning and the circle repeats itself. And just like that, I have lost the whole of September to procrastination, the last time I posted anything on any of the blogs was on the second of this month.
I think I can pinpoint where exactly my problem lies; whenever I have things to do I tend to plan my life and everything has a certain time when it gets to be done. But after I stopped going to work during the court vacation in August, I just went into a 'downward spiral', I just wanted to say that, LOL. I noticed that when I was busy with school and work, I was more productive on my blogs, but the moment I found myself with extra time, it just kept getting easier to keep pushing whatever I had to do now to another time.
I now know what to do, I plan my day. I take pen to paper, or fingers to my iPad and map out my entire day. And whenever I have an idea, no matter where I am, I write it down, whether its on a piece of paper, my iPad, my phones, my laptop, whatever I find, I use.
So is procrastination really the thief of time? Yes it is.
Love always,
Iphie
XoXo
Is procrastination really the steal of time? Lol! I know what is going through your minds right now, 'is she ok', 'is she drunk', 'didn't she read what she just wrote'? Lol, don't worry your reactions are all normal.
I can still see my face, mentally that is, when my kid sisters came home from school on a holiday. A reverend sister in their school had made that mistake while addressing the school. I laughed my head off when I heard it, and we still use it to get some laughs up till this day. Hilarious right, lol, I knew it would catch your attention.
Anyway, back to the issue at hand, is procrastination really the thief of time?
I have been away from both my blogs for a few weeks now and the reason is not too far from procrastination and lack of who to interview. For my Abj loving, Abuja Living blog it has more to do with lack of young people to interview and lack of inspiration to write. Thats sad, considering the fact that the blog would be a year in two days. As for this blog, it has more to do with procrastination. *covers face*.
I have a lot of ideas just sitting there waiting to be developed but for some reason, I keep putting them of. I keep saying oh, when I get home, when I get home I say 'oh let me rest', when I am rested I say 'oh let me eat'. When I eat, my next excuse is to watch a little tv while resting. Before I know it, its time for bed and I wake up the next morning and the circle repeats itself. And just like that, I have lost the whole of September to procrastination, the last time I posted anything on any of the blogs was on the second of this month.
I think I can pinpoint where exactly my problem lies; whenever I have things to do I tend to plan my life and everything has a certain time when it gets to be done. But after I stopped going to work during the court vacation in August, I just went into a 'downward spiral', I just wanted to say that, LOL. I noticed that when I was busy with school and work, I was more productive on my blogs, but the moment I found myself with extra time, it just kept getting easier to keep pushing whatever I had to do now to another time.
I now know what to do, I plan my day. I take pen to paper, or fingers to my iPad and map out my entire day. And whenever I have an idea, no matter where I am, I write it down, whether its on a piece of paper, my iPad, my phones, my laptop, whatever I find, I use.
So is procrastination really the thief of time? Yes it is.
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| Picture from 8 Ways to Get Rid Of Procrastination in Your Daily Business Tasks |
Love always,
Iphie
XoXo
Monday, September 2, 2013
2nd September
Dear Diary,
Its the second day of the new month, happy new month peoples. The -ember months are finally here, yay! That means my birthday is a month away, an even bigger yayyyyy o_o!
Now to my question of the day, why do we Nigerians have such a poor maintenance culture, be it our cars, our bodies, our houses, our offices or even the smallest machinery that we own? Do we really have to wait till its broken before we fix it?
I get asked in the gym often why I bother with the gym since I am not fat. Well technically that last bit is not true, yeah yeah, I am not obese but I have a tummy that I would like to see flat and a body that I want to see a little more firmer, thats my answer to them all the time. Do I really have to wait till I become obese before I start looking for ways to burn the fat? What is wrong with working at it when I am still a long way from obesity in order not to get to obesity? That is what exercise is meant for, maintaing our body at the weight we want it. I remember back in my university days when I was a lot slimmer than this, sigh, if only I knew that there would be a day when I would look at pictures from back then and wish I still had that slim body, I would have made the gym my best friend.
This lack of maintenance culture in Nigeria is the cause of most of the problems we face in Nigeria. God rest the souls of all those we lost in the Dana crash last year, it is evident that the lack of a proper maintenance culture that lead to the crash. Its the same lack of maintenance that has led to the rot in PHCN. Same lack of maintenance is the reason why you walk into a government office and find buckets lining the hallways as you walk by, waiting to catch the water dropping from a leaking roof. Well that and also the evil that we have come to know as corruption. I could go on and on about the effects of the lack of a maintenance culture but then again we already know them.
Do we really have to wait for it to be broken before we fix it?
Love always,
Iphie
XoXo
Its the second day of the new month, happy new month peoples. The -ember months are finally here, yay! That means my birthday is a month away, an even bigger yayyyyy o_o!
Now to my question of the day, why do we Nigerians have such a poor maintenance culture, be it our cars, our bodies, our houses, our offices or even the smallest machinery that we own? Do we really have to wait till its broken before we fix it?
I get asked in the gym often why I bother with the gym since I am not fat. Well technically that last bit is not true, yeah yeah, I am not obese but I have a tummy that I would like to see flat and a body that I want to see a little more firmer, thats my answer to them all the time. Do I really have to wait till I become obese before I start looking for ways to burn the fat? What is wrong with working at it when I am still a long way from obesity in order not to get to obesity? That is what exercise is meant for, maintaing our body at the weight we want it. I remember back in my university days when I was a lot slimmer than this, sigh, if only I knew that there would be a day when I would look at pictures from back then and wish I still had that slim body, I would have made the gym my best friend.
This lack of maintenance culture in Nigeria is the cause of most of the problems we face in Nigeria. God rest the souls of all those we lost in the Dana crash last year, it is evident that the lack of a proper maintenance culture that lead to the crash. Its the same lack of maintenance that has led to the rot in PHCN. Same lack of maintenance is the reason why you walk into a government office and find buckets lining the hallways as you walk by, waiting to catch the water dropping from a leaking roof. Well that and also the evil that we have come to know as corruption. I could go on and on about the effects of the lack of a maintenance culture but then again we already know them.
Do we really have to wait for it to be broken before we fix it?
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| Omojuwa |
Love always,
Iphie
XoXo
Saturday, August 31, 2013
August 31st
Dear Diary,
I haven't posted in a pretty long while now have I? Well, it was a mixture of both laziness and difficulty putting my thoughts into words I guess.
To my question of the day, why is it that ladies hardly have anything complimentary to say to other ladies. Yes I said 'Ladies', meaning all ladies not some ladies, go ahead an accuse me of generalisation, but whether we like to tell ourselves the truth or not, we are all guilty of this sin.
I complimented a friend on how good she looked a while back, I noticed she had lost some weight and went ahead to tell her how good she looked. Her reply got me thinking about this topic. She was so pleased and she kept thanking me, she went ahead to talk about how ladies never noticed when a friend was looking good or when she had lost some weight that she fought hard to loose. Instead they were always waiting for you to falter and commit some fashion blunder, or 'thankfully' add some much dreaded weight, then they would pounce like tigers that have been lying in wait for it's prey. These weren't her words exactly, but they pretty much sum up what she said. Funny as it seems, it is true, her analysis hit the nail on the head.
And so today while at my cousin's wedding, where we all goshed over how pretty his bride was, but we still had to point out that her dentition wasn't the most perfect one on earth, I remembered my friend's analysis and wondered why we couldn't have just stopped at the complimentary stuff? I remember countless times gisting with friends and how we went ahead to say mean and hurtful things about others, still cant understand why we said them.
But really, why can't we just stick to the complimentary stuff, is there really any need to get so 'mean'? Maybe it has to do with our competitive nature, competing for a man's attention maybe? Maybe it has to do with the fact that we don't like something about ourselves and constantly have to put others down to feel better about ourselves. Reminds me of someone I used to know, who used to hammer on the fact that I was fat back then, funny how when I looked at the pictures from back then, I saw a very skinny child. Maybe it had to do with the fact that she wasn't very comfortable in her own skin and so to make herself feel better, she had to put others down? Maybe it has to do with the fact that we are envious because she has something we are lacking?
I really don't have all the answers, but dear sisters, isn't it high time we start complimenting each other instead of complicating life further than it already is with all the negative energy. Funny enough, this is not related to girls only, I know some guys whose only conversations with me are about how fat I have become.
Lots of love,
Iphie
XoXo
I haven't posted in a pretty long while now have I? Well, it was a mixture of both laziness and difficulty putting my thoughts into words I guess.
To my question of the day, why is it that ladies hardly have anything complimentary to say to other ladies. Yes I said 'Ladies', meaning all ladies not some ladies, go ahead an accuse me of generalisation, but whether we like to tell ourselves the truth or not, we are all guilty of this sin.
I complimented a friend on how good she looked a while back, I noticed she had lost some weight and went ahead to tell her how good she looked. Her reply got me thinking about this topic. She was so pleased and she kept thanking me, she went ahead to talk about how ladies never noticed when a friend was looking good or when she had lost some weight that she fought hard to loose. Instead they were always waiting for you to falter and commit some fashion blunder, or 'thankfully' add some much dreaded weight, then they would pounce like tigers that have been lying in wait for it's prey. These weren't her words exactly, but they pretty much sum up what she said. Funny as it seems, it is true, her analysis hit the nail on the head.
And so today while at my cousin's wedding, where we all goshed over how pretty his bride was, but we still had to point out that her dentition wasn't the most perfect one on earth, I remembered my friend's analysis and wondered why we couldn't have just stopped at the complimentary stuff? I remember countless times gisting with friends and how we went ahead to say mean and hurtful things about others, still cant understand why we said them.
But really, why can't we just stick to the complimentary stuff, is there really any need to get so 'mean'? Maybe it has to do with our competitive nature, competing for a man's attention maybe? Maybe it has to do with the fact that we don't like something about ourselves and constantly have to put others down to feel better about ourselves. Reminds me of someone I used to know, who used to hammer on the fact that I was fat back then, funny how when I looked at the pictures from back then, I saw a very skinny child. Maybe it had to do with the fact that she wasn't very comfortable in her own skin and so to make herself feel better, she had to put others down? Maybe it has to do with the fact that we are envious because she has something we are lacking?
I really don't have all the answers, but dear sisters, isn't it high time we start complimenting each other instead of complicating life further than it already is with all the negative energy. Funny enough, this is not related to girls only, I know some guys whose only conversations with me are about how fat I have become.
Lots of love,
Iphie
XoXo
Monday, August 26, 2013
Dear Diary,
What is it like to be a police man in Nigeria (I use 'policeman' in a wide sense to include police women also).
This is dedicated to all the policemen who put their lives on the line everyday to give us some sense of safety.
It can't be easy being a policeman in a country that does not protect you. It can't be easy being a policeman in a country that does not take your safety into consideration. It can't be easy being a policeman in a country that makes no provisions for the family you leave behind, when the 'hazards of the job' eventually catches up with you. It can't be easy being a policeman in a country that would forget you within a twinkle of an eye after you are gone.
Despite all these, every morning when I jog home from church I see a lot of valiant policemen on their daily patrol, all in an effort to give me some sense of safety.
Yeah, yeah, yeah!! I know our policemen are corrupt. Going about asking innocent citizens for roger here, a glass of water there. Hiring out their guns to thieves and and kidnappers, hiring out their services for the protection of the biggest thief, hiring out their services to the highest bidder, be it for evil or for good. And sometimes going as far as killing innocent citizen. They are all these and more, but most importantly they are a product of a system that doesn't work, a system that looks them in the face everyday and mocks their assumed stupidity.
We were all shocked by the pictures and videos of the Lagos Police College that went viral. That is just an example of what the men that have the duty of keeping us safe have to endure. It takes a lot of courage to wake up each morning, put on your uniform, strap on your gun and go into the world to take whatever the day brings, knowing that each day can be your last. It takes a lot of courage to put on a uniform the identifies you as an enemy to the operators of the underworld, without you even knowing your opponent has already sighted you. It takes a lot of courage to face these operators of the underworld with guns and ammunitions that cannot compete with the toy gun of a mere child. It takes a lot of courage to be a policeman, courage that I am afraid, I do not possess.
I have always maintained that the policemen, the soldiers, the doctors and after a recent chat with my Dad, I added the teachers, should be the highest paid members of our society and not the thugs occupying elective offices and appointment. These four profession are very important to the continuous existence and safety of our society and so deserve to be greatly compensated. The police and the soldiers to ensure our safety, the doctors to ensure we stay healthy and the teacher because the highest role in the building of a successful society is the teacher. These four should receive the highest allocation in the country's budget. Maybe our politicians should thinking of dividing their remuneration and allowances into two and sharing it into two, then we would know that they serve for the love of the nation and nothing else.
This is dedicated to all the policemen who put their lives on the line everyday to give us some sense of safety, I just want to say a big thank you for keeping me and our streets 'safe'.
Love always,
Iphie.
XoXo
What is it like to be a police man in Nigeria (I use 'policeman' in a wide sense to include police women also).
This is dedicated to all the policemen who put their lives on the line everyday to give us some sense of safety.
It can't be easy being a policeman in a country that does not protect you. It can't be easy being a policeman in a country that does not take your safety into consideration. It can't be easy being a policeman in a country that makes no provisions for the family you leave behind, when the 'hazards of the job' eventually catches up with you. It can't be easy being a policeman in a country that would forget you within a twinkle of an eye after you are gone.
Despite all these, every morning when I jog home from church I see a lot of valiant policemen on their daily patrol, all in an effort to give me some sense of safety.
Yeah, yeah, yeah!! I know our policemen are corrupt. Going about asking innocent citizens for roger here, a glass of water there. Hiring out their guns to thieves and and kidnappers, hiring out their services for the protection of the biggest thief, hiring out their services to the highest bidder, be it for evil or for good. And sometimes going as far as killing innocent citizen. They are all these and more, but most importantly they are a product of a system that doesn't work, a system that looks them in the face everyday and mocks their assumed stupidity.
We were all shocked by the pictures and videos of the Lagos Police College that went viral. That is just an example of what the men that have the duty of keeping us safe have to endure. It takes a lot of courage to wake up each morning, put on your uniform, strap on your gun and go into the world to take whatever the day brings, knowing that each day can be your last. It takes a lot of courage to put on a uniform the identifies you as an enemy to the operators of the underworld, without you even knowing your opponent has already sighted you. It takes a lot of courage to face these operators of the underworld with guns and ammunitions that cannot compete with the toy gun of a mere child. It takes a lot of courage to be a policeman, courage that I am afraid, I do not possess.
I have always maintained that the policemen, the soldiers, the doctors and after a recent chat with my Dad, I added the teachers, should be the highest paid members of our society and not the thugs occupying elective offices and appointment. These four profession are very important to the continuous existence and safety of our society and so deserve to be greatly compensated. The police and the soldiers to ensure our safety, the doctors to ensure we stay healthy and the teacher because the highest role in the building of a successful society is the teacher. These four should receive the highest allocation in the country's budget. Maybe our politicians should thinking of dividing their remuneration and allowances into two and sharing it into two, then we would know that they serve for the love of the nation and nothing else.
This is dedicated to all the policemen who put their lives on the line everyday to give us some sense of safety, I just want to say a big thank you for keeping me and our streets 'safe'.
Love always,
Iphie.
XoXo
Saturday, August 24, 2013
August 24th 2013
Dear Diary,
Why has everyone on earth made it their mission to annoy me today?
So today started on a good note, it rained all morning, therefore ruining my plans to jog to and from church, but that was ok, I guess the showers is a sign of God blessing us right? After we got home, I rested for a bit and then proceeded to take my mum to the market, had a mini bath too from the rain again. Got home tired but still took out time to carry out my abs challenge and more, hehehe, we have to whip that body into shape.
Anyway the day didn't get that bad until this evening, when it just seemed like the whole world was bent on making me angry. First the rain that fell on me caused my hair to be itchy, I wasn't 'angry with the rain' earlier today but right now, I am not so sure. I proceeded to try on the clothes the tailor had delivered and none of them fit, the ones that fit still had their own issues, even the ones that I returned for amendments still didn't fit. I was already irritated by my itchy hair and and a friend whose mission on earth was to annoy me today, the whole tailor thing just blew me over the top. Partly because, well I have run out of what to wear to church and also because I had given out and paid for these clothes to be sewn almost 3months ago, I am certain it is more than 2months. Then add that to my friend who kept calling me even though I had made it obvious I didn't want to talk, someone also kept calling me with a number I didn't have saved on my phone. Another one kept asking me on BBM what was wrong even though I clearly stated it more than twice that I didn't want to talk. Yeah yeah yeah, I know you care about me and want to help, but when I say I don't feel like talking at the moment why can't you just respect that. To make that worse my sister did something that I ordinarily wouldn't have gotten angry about, but you know how when you are already angry even the littlest things cause you to explode, exactly what happened. A lot of people just kept asking what was wrong and somehow that just kept irritating me.
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, I know all these are little things that I ordinarily shouldn't be pissed about, but I was already irritated so I just exploded.
Sigh, some of my friends might see this and know it is them that I am referring to and I am sorry, but I just had to let it out, if not it would eat me up inside. I would be fine tomorrow morning.
Love always,
Iphie.
XoXo
Why has everyone on earth made it their mission to annoy me today?
So today started on a good note, it rained all morning, therefore ruining my plans to jog to and from church, but that was ok, I guess the showers is a sign of God blessing us right? After we got home, I rested for a bit and then proceeded to take my mum to the market, had a mini bath too from the rain again. Got home tired but still took out time to carry out my abs challenge and more, hehehe, we have to whip that body into shape.
Anyway the day didn't get that bad until this evening, when it just seemed like the whole world was bent on making me angry. First the rain that fell on me caused my hair to be itchy, I wasn't 'angry with the rain' earlier today but right now, I am not so sure. I proceeded to try on the clothes the tailor had delivered and none of them fit, the ones that fit still had their own issues, even the ones that I returned for amendments still didn't fit. I was already irritated by my itchy hair and and a friend whose mission on earth was to annoy me today, the whole tailor thing just blew me over the top. Partly because, well I have run out of what to wear to church and also because I had given out and paid for these clothes to be sewn almost 3months ago, I am certain it is more than 2months. Then add that to my friend who kept calling me even though I had made it obvious I didn't want to talk, someone also kept calling me with a number I didn't have saved on my phone. Another one kept asking me on BBM what was wrong even though I clearly stated it more than twice that I didn't want to talk. Yeah yeah yeah, I know you care about me and want to help, but when I say I don't feel like talking at the moment why can't you just respect that. To make that worse my sister did something that I ordinarily wouldn't have gotten angry about, but you know how when you are already angry even the littlest things cause you to explode, exactly what happened. A lot of people just kept asking what was wrong and somehow that just kept irritating me.
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, I know all these are little things that I ordinarily shouldn't be pissed about, but I was already irritated so I just exploded.
Sigh, some of my friends might see this and know it is them that I am referring to and I am sorry, but I just had to let it out, if not it would eat me up inside. I would be fine tomorrow morning.
Love always,
Iphie.
XoXo
Friday, August 23, 2013
August 23rd
Dear Diary,
Why are Nigerians so unpatriotic?
Yeah yeah yeah, we are very very unpatriotic!! Why on earth would you prefer another man's land to the one God put you in?? I mean, God knew what He was doing when He put you here, He put you here for a purpose, a purpose you can't achieve if you are in far away 'another man's land'.
I would rather be a first class animal in my own country than a second class citizen in another man's country. Thats right, no matter how much we would like to deceive ourselves that racisim is a thing of the past , the truth is, racisim is still a part of us, we live with it everyday.
I schooled in England for a year and I have been a victim of racism. I remember a number of times when i received unwarranted insults not because I had done anything wrong, but because I am African, the colour of my skin brought me insults. I remember visiting my friend in London last summer, I was walking down to use the ATM machine, when this fellow standing by his open window shouts out the 'N' word at me without any provocation. I was to shocked to reply at first but when I regained my composure, lets just say he picked up new Igbo words. Or was it when my friends and I visited a theme park just outside Birmingham. We were sitting on the kerb after a long day filled with rides waiting for a taxi, when suddenly this beat up car filled with white teenagers made a u turn after passing us the first time, to come give us the middle finger and again throw the 'N' word at us. Again lets just say the learnt new Igbo words. Or is it while sitting and waiting for the bus or even inside the bus when these Briticos feel they are too good to be seated beside me? Oh well more room for me innit? Or my brother who was on a trip from Abuja to London through Germany? He walked up to his seat and saw his German sit mate already seated and so he said hello, the German got up and asked for a change of seat. Oh well more sleeping room for him right?
I don't get Nigerians who go to another man's land and think oh the country was the way it is from the beginning, they even start loving the country more than the owners. I was speaking with someone who doesn't want to return home to Nigeria recently and his argument was that Nigerian leaders are corrupt while there is no corruption in England. Are you freaking kidding me??? No corruption in England?? Wow!! Those English people have taken corruption and made it legal. I wouldn't even deny that Nigeria is corrupt, but the fact is those foreign countries had their own issues too, some of them corruptions others greedy leaders, but the fact is they still have their issues. But the citizens of those countries didn't run away from their country and her issues, the stayed and made things better. If we all keep running, how do we expect Nigeria to get any better?? Nigeria is just 53 years old as a country, a country made up of people with different cultural identities. Now compare that with the United Kingdom's over 300 years or America's 237 years. That's a really long time to look beyond your cultural differences and to bring about solutions to their problems, even at that, they still have their issues.
I would rather put all my efforts into developing my country than into making another man's country better. The funny thing is after giving 'HER' your best, the owners of the country can still decide to throw you out. In my opinion, learn all you can and come back and try to use it to make your country better. Your contribution might not make an impact countrywide, but at least make a difference within your community, be an example to others.
Like I said, I would rather be a first class animal in my country than a second class human being in another man's land.
Love always,
Iphie.
XoXo
Why are Nigerians so unpatriotic?
Yeah yeah yeah, we are very very unpatriotic!! Why on earth would you prefer another man's land to the one God put you in?? I mean, God knew what He was doing when He put you here, He put you here for a purpose, a purpose you can't achieve if you are in far away 'another man's land'.
I would rather be a first class animal in my own country than a second class citizen in another man's country. Thats right, no matter how much we would like to deceive ourselves that racisim is a thing of the past , the truth is, racisim is still a part of us, we live with it everyday.
I schooled in England for a year and I have been a victim of racism. I remember a number of times when i received unwarranted insults not because I had done anything wrong, but because I am African, the colour of my skin brought me insults. I remember visiting my friend in London last summer, I was walking down to use the ATM machine, when this fellow standing by his open window shouts out the 'N' word at me without any provocation. I was to shocked to reply at first but when I regained my composure, lets just say he picked up new Igbo words. Or was it when my friends and I visited a theme park just outside Birmingham. We were sitting on the kerb after a long day filled with rides waiting for a taxi, when suddenly this beat up car filled with white teenagers made a u turn after passing us the first time, to come give us the middle finger and again throw the 'N' word at us. Again lets just say the learnt new Igbo words. Or is it while sitting and waiting for the bus or even inside the bus when these Briticos feel they are too good to be seated beside me? Oh well more room for me innit? Or my brother who was on a trip from Abuja to London through Germany? He walked up to his seat and saw his German sit mate already seated and so he said hello, the German got up and asked for a change of seat. Oh well more sleeping room for him right?
I don't get Nigerians who go to another man's land and think oh the country was the way it is from the beginning, they even start loving the country more than the owners. I was speaking with someone who doesn't want to return home to Nigeria recently and his argument was that Nigerian leaders are corrupt while there is no corruption in England. Are you freaking kidding me??? No corruption in England?? Wow!! Those English people have taken corruption and made it legal. I wouldn't even deny that Nigeria is corrupt, but the fact is those foreign countries had their own issues too, some of them corruptions others greedy leaders, but the fact is they still have their issues. But the citizens of those countries didn't run away from their country and her issues, the stayed and made things better. If we all keep running, how do we expect Nigeria to get any better?? Nigeria is just 53 years old as a country, a country made up of people with different cultural identities. Now compare that with the United Kingdom's over 300 years or America's 237 years. That's a really long time to look beyond your cultural differences and to bring about solutions to their problems, even at that, they still have their issues.
I would rather put all my efforts into developing my country than into making another man's country better. The funny thing is after giving 'HER' your best, the owners of the country can still decide to throw you out. In my opinion, learn all you can and come back and try to use it to make your country better. Your contribution might not make an impact countrywide, but at least make a difference within your community, be an example to others.
Like I said, I would rather be a first class animal in my country than a second class human being in another man's land.
Love always,
Iphie.
XoXo
Thursday, August 22, 2013
August 21st
Dear Diary,
What is it with Abuja drivers and being the worst drivers in the world? If there was an award for for worst drivers on earth, your guess is as good as mine as to what city would be the repeated winner.
Abuja drivers can drive any sane person mad. I don't know if its the good roads that are to blame, but there is just something about drivers in Abuja that drives fellow road users crazy. I used to think that it was the taxis and buses that were the cause of my road rage, yes I have road rage but I am not proud of it. But with the ban on buses my road rage still remains, so I guess its a joint effort by all drivers in Abuja to see my 'road raging side'.
Sometimes I observe what some drivers do on the road and I wish I had super powers. Guess what my super power would be! It would be the ability to stop any defaulting driver, get him or her out of the car, after some strokes of the cane I would go ahead to teach them the basics about driving. *sigh*
How can you be negotiating a turn without trafficating, come on I am human like you I don't have psychic power, how am I meant to know you are turning off so I can clear and keep moving at the same speed. Instead you make me step on my brakes and then spread my fingers out in a waka while spewing some unlady like words. I can't even begin to talk about the dangerous driving and overtaking we witness on the roads everyday. How can you see a Zebra crossing in front of a school and keep driving like a maniac, driving like you were part of some street race in a residential area!! How can you be on the left end of the highway and suddenly remember two second before that you are meant to be taking the exit on the right?? Beats me all the time. Don't even get me started on the female drivers!! Yeah yeah yeah, I know I am a female driver and I still have my faults and I have a lot to learn. But come on, Abuja female drivers take female driving to another level. Today I sat behind a woman driver that was too scared to cross the road even after the other drivers that were trying to cross stopped to let her pass. Her actions caused one little traffic around that central mosque junction, and suddenly when the road was free she start feeling like a road Jackie Chan and was pulling stunts for us. Makes me wonder who was stupid enough to issue you a driver's licence and put you behind the wheels of a car. *sigh* Make no mistakes there are men that drive like women, seriously!!!! I can't marry a 'male woman driver', he would be too scared to take tough decisions and stand by them --__--.
Sigh, I needed this rant, *turns on ignition and zooms off to the bank*!!
Love always,
Iphie
XoXo
What is it with Abuja drivers and being the worst drivers in the world? If there was an award for for worst drivers on earth, your guess is as good as mine as to what city would be the repeated winner.
Abuja drivers can drive any sane person mad. I don't know if its the good roads that are to blame, but there is just something about drivers in Abuja that drives fellow road users crazy. I used to think that it was the taxis and buses that were the cause of my road rage, yes I have road rage but I am not proud of it. But with the ban on buses my road rage still remains, so I guess its a joint effort by all drivers in Abuja to see my 'road raging side'.
Sometimes I observe what some drivers do on the road and I wish I had super powers. Guess what my super power would be! It would be the ability to stop any defaulting driver, get him or her out of the car, after some strokes of the cane I would go ahead to teach them the basics about driving. *sigh*
How can you be negotiating a turn without trafficating, come on I am human like you I don't have psychic power, how am I meant to know you are turning off so I can clear and keep moving at the same speed. Instead you make me step on my brakes and then spread my fingers out in a waka while spewing some unlady like words. I can't even begin to talk about the dangerous driving and overtaking we witness on the roads everyday. How can you see a Zebra crossing in front of a school and keep driving like a maniac, driving like you were part of some street race in a residential area!! How can you be on the left end of the highway and suddenly remember two second before that you are meant to be taking the exit on the right?? Beats me all the time. Don't even get me started on the female drivers!! Yeah yeah yeah, I know I am a female driver and I still have my faults and I have a lot to learn. But come on, Abuja female drivers take female driving to another level. Today I sat behind a woman driver that was too scared to cross the road even after the other drivers that were trying to cross stopped to let her pass. Her actions caused one little traffic around that central mosque junction, and suddenly when the road was free she start feeling like a road Jackie Chan and was pulling stunts for us. Makes me wonder who was stupid enough to issue you a driver's licence and put you behind the wheels of a car. *sigh* Make no mistakes there are men that drive like women, seriously!!!! I can't marry a 'male woman driver', he would be too scared to take tough decisions and stand by them --__--.
Sigh, I needed this rant, *turns on ignition and zooms off to the bank*!!
Love always,
Iphie
XoXo
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
August 19th
Dear Diary,
What is it with Nigerian girls and making every guy in their life their bank?
I was speaking with someone recently, let's call her Candie. Candie is new in town, so she needs a lot of things since she has no family here. She needs a house and need to get the house furnished, she also need a car to get her around the city, without the hassle of hoping from taxi to bus. Understandable needs if you ask me.
My only problem with her is her means of getting the money to carter to all these her needs. Each time we speak, the only thing that comes out of her mouth is how she needed to ask this guy for money and how she needs to beg another one for money to do all these things. She always has gist of which married man she is hooking up with for money and who just dashed her money without touching her just because she is the 'most beautiful girl on earth'.
I am not one to judge oh, but making a man your bank can't earn you any respect now can it. I believe taking money from guys or even asking them for money brings about serious see finish. I am a very proud person so I hate giving people avenues to insult me. Money is the greatest 'bringer' of see finish, if you think I am lying take money from a man and and see if he doesn't suddenly feel like he owns you?
When I was in school, my motto used to be 'if my father cannot get it for me then I don't need', this by implication meant that there was no need to get from any man. I guess now that I am going into the world of workers, my motto has to change, I guess it would read something like this 'Iphie Love, if your salary cannot get it for you then you don't need it'.
I strongly believe that men and women are equal, and so no one should claim exclusive rights to paying for a date. If I go out on a date with a guy, I always make sure I have enough money to cover the date, but most importantly I make sure we go to a place I know I can afford, like i said, I hate insults, I also hate being disgraced. But that doesn't mean I am not a romantic oh, before you guys would come and start using this against me whenever we go on a date. I don't mind paying for the date, but you can step in and say 'don't worry, I would get this one'. But from time to time let me pay for the date, I don't want to start feeling like a burden. My sisters, hard work pays and there is this confidence you get from spending the money you worked hard for.
Dear girls, the only man that should be your bank is your father!!
Love always,
Iphie
Xoxo
What is it with Nigerian girls and making every guy in their life their bank?
I was speaking with someone recently, let's call her Candie. Candie is new in town, so she needs a lot of things since she has no family here. She needs a house and need to get the house furnished, she also need a car to get her around the city, without the hassle of hoping from taxi to bus. Understandable needs if you ask me.
My only problem with her is her means of getting the money to carter to all these her needs. Each time we speak, the only thing that comes out of her mouth is how she needed to ask this guy for money and how she needs to beg another one for money to do all these things. She always has gist of which married man she is hooking up with for money and who just dashed her money without touching her just because she is the 'most beautiful girl on earth'.
I am not one to judge oh, but making a man your bank can't earn you any respect now can it. I believe taking money from guys or even asking them for money brings about serious see finish. I am a very proud person so I hate giving people avenues to insult me. Money is the greatest 'bringer' of see finish, if you think I am lying take money from a man and and see if he doesn't suddenly feel like he owns you?
When I was in school, my motto used to be 'if my father cannot get it for me then I don't need', this by implication meant that there was no need to get from any man. I guess now that I am going into the world of workers, my motto has to change, I guess it would read something like this 'Iphie Love, if your salary cannot get it for you then you don't need it'.
I strongly believe that men and women are equal, and so no one should claim exclusive rights to paying for a date. If I go out on a date with a guy, I always make sure I have enough money to cover the date, but most importantly I make sure we go to a place I know I can afford, like i said, I hate insults, I also hate being disgraced. But that doesn't mean I am not a romantic oh, before you guys would come and start using this against me whenever we go on a date. I don't mind paying for the date, but you can step in and say 'don't worry, I would get this one'. But from time to time let me pay for the date, I don't want to start feeling like a burden. My sisters, hard work pays and there is this confidence you get from spending the money you worked hard for.
Dear girls, the only man that should be your bank is your father!!
Love always,
Iphie
Xoxo
Sunday, August 18, 2013
August 18th 2013
Dear Diary,
What is it with men and just urinating anywhere it pleases them. I mean come on, you just feel pressed and you just whip out your member and go party anywhere the feeling catches you.
I was out yesterday with my friends, we went to eat fish and drink at one of the numerous gardens in our beautiful capital. This was my first time there and the friend we went with, didn't really know the place, so we had the misfortune of sitting around where drunk guys came to release the excess liquid in their system. Fortunately for us, the place wasn't smelling and nobody came to pee till we were done eating, peeing drunk men was the sign we needed to get out of there.
But what really caught my attention was one of the people that came to urinate. Amongst them was one of the guys who came to take our drink order, he ended up not taking our orders tho. So this guy walks to the wall, gets out his member, pees, shakes it off, puts it back into his trouser and without washing his hand goes ahead to pick up the drinks he had been carrying and goes off to serve his waiting customers!!!
REALLY!!!!! OMG!!!!!! EWWWWWWWW!!!!! GROSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!
How can you be so dirty. Reminds me of why I would rather hug guys than to shake them.
I remember one day while waiting in the car for my mum who had into the market, two guys just walk to the front of the car, faced the wall and bam, whipped out their member and let out all the pee in the world. The most irritating part was that they shook hands with friends whom they met after walking for about a minute. Really???? Gross!!!
I am not even going to go into how irritating this habit is, if not I am sure I wouldn't shake any guy, eat any food prepared by a man (suya and catfish especially) and I would even stop hugging them.
All I have to say is; get to a functioning toilet fast when you need to pee and while you are at it, make sure its one with soap and water to do the necessary when you are done!!!! Thank you!!
Love always,
Iphie
XoXo
What is it with men and just urinating anywhere it pleases them. I mean come on, you just feel pressed and you just whip out your member and go party anywhere the feeling catches you.
I was out yesterday with my friends, we went to eat fish and drink at one of the numerous gardens in our beautiful capital. This was my first time there and the friend we went with, didn't really know the place, so we had the misfortune of sitting around where drunk guys came to release the excess liquid in their system. Fortunately for us, the place wasn't smelling and nobody came to pee till we were done eating, peeing drunk men was the sign we needed to get out of there.
But what really caught my attention was one of the people that came to urinate. Amongst them was one of the guys who came to take our drink order, he ended up not taking our orders tho. So this guy walks to the wall, gets out his member, pees, shakes it off, puts it back into his trouser and without washing his hand goes ahead to pick up the drinks he had been carrying and goes off to serve his waiting customers!!!
REALLY!!!!! OMG!!!!!! EWWWWWWWW!!!!! GROSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!
How can you be so dirty. Reminds me of why I would rather hug guys than to shake them.
I remember one day while waiting in the car for my mum who had into the market, two guys just walk to the front of the car, faced the wall and bam, whipped out their member and let out all the pee in the world. The most irritating part was that they shook hands with friends whom they met after walking for about a minute. Really???? Gross!!!
I am not even going to go into how irritating this habit is, if not I am sure I wouldn't shake any guy, eat any food prepared by a man (suya and catfish especially) and I would even stop hugging them.
All I have to say is; get to a functioning toilet fast when you need to pee and while you are at it, make sure its one with soap and water to do the necessary when you are done!!!! Thank you!!
Love always,
Iphie
XoXo
Saturday, August 17, 2013
August 17th 2013
Dear Diary,
What is it with Nigerians and cutting the line, or as we like to call it "shunting", hope I got that right.
I was in church today for confession and there was queue and suddenly this girl walks to the front of the queue and asks the people seated there to make some space for her. We were all too dazed to react, and so they gently shifted and made space for her. And yes I knew she wasn't seated there before, because I looked back when she walked in and I heard when she asked where the confession was taking place.
It got me thinking about how we claim to want things to change yet are so unwilling to change ourselves, how we complain of the same thing we are guilty of, in others. If we can be so, permit me to use corrupt for lack of a better word, in a place that is supposed to be so holy, in a place that we are meant to be at our best behaviour, how then do we expect to change Nigeria?
This reminds me of what I tell my male friends, when a girl really likes you its not the trips to Dubai that counts, its the text message or unexpected calls or visit to see how she is doing that matters the most, the trip to Dubai becomes an extra that she can do without if you can't afford it. Apply this same logic to changing Nigeria, it's not the extraordinary things you can do for Nigeria that matter the most it's the little things you do in an extraordinary way that matter.
We can't expect Nigeria to change except we are willing to change ourselves. Be the change Nigeria needs today.
Love always,
Iphie.
XoXo
What is it with Nigerians and cutting the line, or as we like to call it "shunting", hope I got that right.
I was in church today for confession and there was queue and suddenly this girl walks to the front of the queue and asks the people seated there to make some space for her. We were all too dazed to react, and so they gently shifted and made space for her. And yes I knew she wasn't seated there before, because I looked back when she walked in and I heard when she asked where the confession was taking place.
It got me thinking about how we claim to want things to change yet are so unwilling to change ourselves, how we complain of the same thing we are guilty of, in others. If we can be so, permit me to use corrupt for lack of a better word, in a place that is supposed to be so holy, in a place that we are meant to be at our best behaviour, how then do we expect to change Nigeria?
This reminds me of what I tell my male friends, when a girl really likes you its not the trips to Dubai that counts, its the text message or unexpected calls or visit to see how she is doing that matters the most, the trip to Dubai becomes an extra that she can do without if you can't afford it. Apply this same logic to changing Nigeria, it's not the extraordinary things you can do for Nigeria that matter the most it's the little things you do in an extraordinary way that matter.
We can't expect Nigeria to change except we are willing to change ourselves. Be the change Nigeria needs today.
Love always,
Iphie.
XoXo
Thursday, May 2, 2013
1st May 2013
Dear diary,
Today started on a really beautiful note, I got the result of some tests that I had done back and I am so glad everything is normal, such a beautiful way to start the new month right?
So I had to do a blood sugar test first, apparently they saw too much sugar in my urine and the had to do a blood sugar test to make sure I am not diabetic, thankfully I am not. But i take it as a sign that I have to reduce my sugar intake not only because I am trying to lose weight but because I have to start taking care of myself better, this is the second time I have had to run this test in the last one year, if that is not a wake up call I wonder what is. If the fear of diabetes is not enough, then the fear of that needle that had to sit in my hand for what seemed like five minutes and the amount of blod the had to take from me is enough to stop my sugar intake.
The second test I had to take was a HIV test, it has been a year and two months since I broke up with my ex, I have handed in my dissertation, so I have been thinking a lot of the next chapter in my life. I have given thoughts to starting a relationship, and I decided that before I started one I had to be sure of my status. Anyway so I went for an HIV test again and Mr needle had to come out again, anyway unlike in Nigeria where you get your result on the same day, this oyibo people and their funny ways, you have to wait a week and if you don't hear from them then you are ok. Worst one week of my life, coupled with the fact that I had to hand in my dissertation that same week, I was a mess basically, thankfully I was already done wit the dissertation. Anyway a week passed and didn't hear from them, good news right, not for me oh, I had to hear it from the doctor's lips that I was ok. So i rang the clinic up early this morning and the doctor gave me the good news herself.
Its my last day in Cambridge, while I am homesick, I am definitely going to miss my friends, Freda, Musho, Randy and Amina. Freda is a Ghanian and she is about to marry her "boo-boo", who is British, so seeing her is gonna be tougher than seeing Amina, Randy and Musho who are Nigerians. So I am torn between staying out my Visa till September and going home, but I have a lot of dreams that I can only pursue at home, so I am heading home.
Spent the rest of the day at the library, the went over to see Freda and Randy with my sister, after which we went home to go pack my stuff. I am leaving Cambridge tomorrow so it is officially my last night here.
Lesson of the day:
Instead of just sitting around worrying and being scared of if you are healthy or not, take the bold step of seeing a Dr, I read about a girl who had already confirmed herself HIV positive without even smelling the gate of a hospital. Don't put yourself through such pain and risk, she began living a promiscuos life because she assumed she already had the killer disease. Take the test and leave the rest to God, i did, at some point during the period that i had to wait, i started asking God for courage to live with whatever the result was. I am glad everything turned out ok, but if the didn't, I knew I had God on my team.
Love always,
Iphie
Today started on a really beautiful note, I got the result of some tests that I had done back and I am so glad everything is normal, such a beautiful way to start the new month right?
So I had to do a blood sugar test first, apparently they saw too much sugar in my urine and the had to do a blood sugar test to make sure I am not diabetic, thankfully I am not. But i take it as a sign that I have to reduce my sugar intake not only because I am trying to lose weight but because I have to start taking care of myself better, this is the second time I have had to run this test in the last one year, if that is not a wake up call I wonder what is. If the fear of diabetes is not enough, then the fear of that needle that had to sit in my hand for what seemed like five minutes and the amount of blod the had to take from me is enough to stop my sugar intake.
The second test I had to take was a HIV test, it has been a year and two months since I broke up with my ex, I have handed in my dissertation, so I have been thinking a lot of the next chapter in my life. I have given thoughts to starting a relationship, and I decided that before I started one I had to be sure of my status. Anyway so I went for an HIV test again and Mr needle had to come out again, anyway unlike in Nigeria where you get your result on the same day, this oyibo people and their funny ways, you have to wait a week and if you don't hear from them then you are ok. Worst one week of my life, coupled with the fact that I had to hand in my dissertation that same week, I was a mess basically, thankfully I was already done wit the dissertation. Anyway a week passed and didn't hear from them, good news right, not for me oh, I had to hear it from the doctor's lips that I was ok. So i rang the clinic up early this morning and the doctor gave me the good news herself.
Its my last day in Cambridge, while I am homesick, I am definitely going to miss my friends, Freda, Musho, Randy and Amina. Freda is a Ghanian and she is about to marry her "boo-boo", who is British, so seeing her is gonna be tougher than seeing Amina, Randy and Musho who are Nigerians. So I am torn between staying out my Visa till September and going home, but I have a lot of dreams that I can only pursue at home, so I am heading home.
Spent the rest of the day at the library, the went over to see Freda and Randy with my sister, after which we went home to go pack my stuff. I am leaving Cambridge tomorrow so it is officially my last night here.
Lesson of the day:
Instead of just sitting around worrying and being scared of if you are healthy or not, take the bold step of seeing a Dr, I read about a girl who had already confirmed herself HIV positive without even smelling the gate of a hospital. Don't put yourself through such pain and risk, she began living a promiscuos life because she assumed she already had the killer disease. Take the test and leave the rest to God, i did, at some point during the period that i had to wait, i started asking God for courage to live with whatever the result was. I am glad everything turned out ok, but if the didn't, I knew I had God on my team.
Love always,
Iphie
2nd May 2013
Dear Diary,
Today I left cambridge for good. I would definitely miss that town, I have lived there for the past year and four months.
This last year has seen me grow in all aspects of my life, I ended a relationship within this last year but I earned an LLM and really good friends. It has seen me grow spiritually, it has seen me fall spiritually, it has seen me pick myself up spiritually! It has seen me develop as a person, it has seen me transform from a girl to a woman, it has helped me develop my own personality and has helped me discover things about myself that I never knew were in me.
While there are some memories that I would like to leave in Cambridge, like my horrible house and the even more horrible agents, Best Let Cambridge (never use their service, very unprofessional), Cambridge would forever hold a special place in my heart, after all it is the birth place of http://abjlovingabujaliving.blogspot.co.uk/. I would miss Cambridge, but it is time for me to go home, I am surprised I didn't shed a single tear.
Spending the night at my sister's house in Chelmsford, done packing, Heathrow here I come.
Love always,
Iphie
Today I left cambridge for good. I would definitely miss that town, I have lived there for the past year and four months.
This last year has seen me grow in all aspects of my life, I ended a relationship within this last year but I earned an LLM and really good friends. It has seen me grow spiritually, it has seen me fall spiritually, it has seen me pick myself up spiritually! It has seen me develop as a person, it has seen me transform from a girl to a woman, it has helped me develop my own personality and has helped me discover things about myself that I never knew were in me.
While there are some memories that I would like to leave in Cambridge, like my horrible house and the even more horrible agents, Best Let Cambridge (never use their service, very unprofessional), Cambridge would forever hold a special place in my heart, after all it is the birth place of http://abjlovingabujaliving.blogspot.co.uk/. I would miss Cambridge, but it is time for me to go home, I am surprised I didn't shed a single tear.
Spending the night at my sister's house in Chelmsford, done packing, Heathrow here I come.
Love always,
Iphie
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Life as a blogger
So I started 3 other blogs before my www.abjlovingabujaliving.blogspot.co.uk blog started making a headway. I got thinking recently and asked myself why i had to have three other blogs before i finally started one that seemed like it was heading towards success, I hope it eventually becomes a force to be reckoned with in the blog world.
I finally realised why it did not work out with the other blogs!!!! I was trying to be what i was not. I was moulding myself to what was expected of blogs in Nigeria. I was trying so hard to copy other bloggers, to tow the line of other successful blogs. I was lying to myself. Until i found what i was really passionate about, my various blogs were going to continue to be failures. I don't like being different so I guess i tried to do what everybody was doing.
I finally found my voice, i found what i loved doing, i found what i was passionate about, i found what i loved the most, Nigeria, i found my voice and so i let myself fly. Writing the blog www.abjlovingabujaliving.blogspot.co.uk, for the past six months have been fun, I love to see and hear the pride in the eyes and voices of my family and friends, especially my parents. I wake up every morning with a purpose and with a burning passion, I guess i finally found my calling. I am glad my passion took its time to get to me, who knows what would have happened if it got here before time. This might come out as weird, but my blog changed my life and I am happy I started it.
My name is Iphie Obiechina and I am a blogger.
I finally realised why it did not work out with the other blogs!!!! I was trying to be what i was not. I was moulding myself to what was expected of blogs in Nigeria. I was trying so hard to copy other bloggers, to tow the line of other successful blogs. I was lying to myself. Until i found what i was really passionate about, my various blogs were going to continue to be failures. I don't like being different so I guess i tried to do what everybody was doing.
I finally found my voice, i found what i loved doing, i found what i was passionate about, i found what i loved the most, Nigeria, i found my voice and so i let myself fly. Writing the blog www.abjlovingabujaliving.blogspot.co.uk, for the past six months have been fun, I love to see and hear the pride in the eyes and voices of my family and friends, especially my parents. I wake up every morning with a purpose and with a burning passion, I guess i finally found my calling. I am glad my passion took its time to get to me, who knows what would have happened if it got here before time. This might come out as weird, but my blog changed my life and I am happy I started it.
My name is Iphie Obiechina and I am a blogger.
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