Pictures from MOFE in concert...

my humble self looking cute

girls having fun

posing for camera...

AJ in Threadstones-he does amazing things with his guitar

friends and family

The concert was really interesting and I was glad to be there.

Featuring MOFE!!!

On Sunday the 29th of July 2012, my friend Mofe, an up and coming gospel rock artiste launched her first music album Never wanna see you fall. She is fresh, she has a very strong voice and she is amaaaazing!

One thing I truly love about her is that she believes strongly in herself and God too. When she talks about her music, you will figuratively see the burning fire in her pretty eyes.

You can get more of her and her music which you must by clicking any of the links below:

http://www.facebook.com/mofesings

@mofeadomi

http://www.reverbnation.com/mofe

This blog page is solely about her, so other details and pictures of the event will be shared later.

Love y'all!! Muah!

Check her out! She is unique!

My blog post was featured on Femme Lounge an online magazine for women

I am blissful and extremely glad to share this with my sweet hearts out there.

One of my blog posts How to get over those depressing mood swings got published in an online magazine for women called Femme Lounge.

click here to view it.

It feels so good when someone recognises your hard work, doesn't it?

Pictures of Fredilia Momodu on a Sunday Morning

These are pictures of taken by me on a Sunday morning before going to church for a programme. I did some editing like adding borders, changing colour schemes...was playing with my updated Picasa.

I love the golden sunlight colour

using this one for my article in our harvest brochure

no editing on this one, love my pout!

Thank you The Punch Newspaper for publishing my first article ever!

I was surfing the net when I stumbled on this. It brought back memories; it's just like nature is working with me to remind me of my good old NYSC days. This article was actually written when I was serving after I watched a football match (FIFA World Cup)  in my neighbor's apartment. I went to his place because I was very bored and he turned on his generator since there was a blank out. 

The match I watched actually inspired me to write the article. I was so hurt that I penned my feelings. My feelings turned out better on paper, well on my computer screen as it applies in this case, so I sent it to the Punch Newspapers. I loved what I wrote and just wanted to share it. 

To my amazement, The Punch Newspaper published it (in the youngsters section)! That was in 2010. I was really glad and I have never stopped writing since then. Just want to share it with you guys too...

Click any of the links below to check it out!

My first article-Always be prepared via Nigeria News

or

My first article-Always be prepared via Nigerian Best Forum

This is the original article...the attached link has been edited 

ALWAYS BE PREPARED
Sometimes in life, God provides us with opportunities that do not come twice, and once missed, they are gone for good. Let us take a critical look at the match between Ghana and Uruguay in the 2010 edition of the FIFA World Cup in South Africa. We can infer that God gave Ghana a chance (the penalty kick) to qualify within the last thirty seconds of the second half extra time. At that golden moment, the world thought Ghana had scaled through. But to our uttermost dismay, Gyan missed it.
Imagine Gyan had scored; Ghana would have set the record as the first African country to qualify to the semi finals in the FIFA World Cup. Sadly, it is still a dream. Nonetheless, we can all learn something crucial from this disappointing and excruciating experience; always be prepared.
We all have dreams and aspirations which we would love to fulfill to give our lives a complete meaning. But to achieve them, we must set goals, both long and short term goals. Also to achieve these goals, we need to set targets which involve a series of steps that will equip us for the positions we aspire to hold. These steps could be: browsing the internet for information, reading certain books, going for training programmes or courses, and many other activities. They would surely require our time, finance, hard work, dedication, patience, and the like.
To be achievers, we must continually develop ourselves in the direction of our dreams and aspirations so that when the golden opportunity arises, we would not miss it. Instead, we would grab it and use it to get to the top!
                                                                             
 

I am dedicating this blog post to The Punch Newspaper (punchyoungters) for the opportunity and for helping me recognize God's gift in me. Also to all those (like the links above) who published it on their blogs and websites. Muuuuaaah!!!

Some pictures of moi in those corpershunic days...

CLO Apata zone and I at the LG lodge

welcome to my closet....

that paper on the wall was my goal list, can't remember all I wrote

I LUV THIS PIX!

I just loved snapping in front of this curtain

a good friend and I in the church premises after a fellowship

my choirmasters and I, we went for a music competition

about going to the cyber cafe

having fun with self before leaving for French class

going to church

Memoirs of a Nigerian Youth Corps Member-Episode 3

The room in the city was actually a junk yard I converted to a room. I painted it, fixed the lights and sockets since the room had not a single electrical wire. 

Upon all I did, the room was the least inviting to me as it still had other major faults. 

Here is a video of the room that explains it all.

  A tour of my first room in Ibadan during NYSC 
 click to watch the video

  

I remember the first night I spent in the room after I moved in. I bought fresh tomatoes and pepper that I wanted to use to prepare stew the next morning. When I woke in the morning, I found out that rats had messed it all up. I had to throw everything away. They came into the room through the bad door. The ceilings had little spaces that allowed cockroaches into the room. Sometimes my sleep would be interrupted by sound of roaches crawling through my stuff. It nearly killed me because I hate creepy crawly insects. Every morning and evening I would sprinkle dettol in the whole room, on the floor, on my bed and pillow...everywhere.  

In the afternoons and early evenings, the room was an oven.

An occurrence that made me almost go insane was when I got to my room in the evening from my day's outing and as I jammed the door towards myself, a rat jumped on my dress. I ran out of the house screaming like a mad person. After I came back to my senses, I packed a few things and ran to a friend's place where I spent the night. This was around 7.30pm. 

to be continued...

Memoirs of a Nigerian Youth Corps Member-Episode 2

I was heartbroken and didn’t know if turning back was a better option. We moved further till we saw a blue car heading our way. A man in the vehicle told the bike man to stop and then I started screaming “Don't stop oo? Do you know them? Lets’ go! Lets' go”  

They were not kidnappers like I thought they were but the school authorities. We got to a more convenient spot and talked. Sorry correction, they talked while I cried. After our brief communication, I was beaming with smiles. Strangely, I felt peace in my heart. I knew I made the right decision because I could feel it.

When I got to the lodge and shared the shocking news, my roommates could not believe it. They told me I made a mistake but I couldn’t care less. I was happy and that was all that mattered. Since I would not be spending my whole week in the village I looked for another room in the city and I got one.

Before I go into details of the room I got, let me share few photos of my room in the village.

The bungalow in which my room is situated

That is my reading corner

My best part of the room, my bed; because when I sleep, I have no idea that I'm in the village. The blue cloths are the curtains

A pix of me in sleep mode though feigning it

 

The walls of the room were not plastered and it was the least comfortable though I got used to it. (Thank God for the survival instincts)

Memoirs of a Nigerian Youth Corps Member-Episode 1

When I got my letter, I was confused. Where on earth was I posted to? The name looked so strange that I had to ask God which sin I committed to get posted to such an unfamiliar school...Community High School Bataki Idiya, Ido Local Government! What kind of name was that? I was hoping to see Nigerian Breweries, NNPC or some tush name for that matter not CHSBI! I asked a superior corps member if he knew the school and his response was the least encouraging. The first thing he said was “ViiillAAge!!!” (stretching the word in a loud voice). Then he went further without trying to make me feel better by telling me there was no telecommunication network, no power supply, and the place was far from civilisation. 

We went to the Local Government lodge, did all the necessary formalities and I got a place to stay in the corpers’ lodge of my Alma Mata, Command Secondary School Ibadan. When I told my roommates the name my PPA, they gave me more pathetic stories about using guns and setting traps to hunt for meat (when I thought what I was told earlier was the worse). They told me that people posted there usually do not show up and advised me to do the same. (The other people posted to the school had made up their minds not to work there.) I tried all I could to get redeployed. I even went to my Alma Mata and pleaded with them to take me. I also went to NYSC secretariat to see a woman that I was directed to by my ex-Chemistry teacher. But they all said the same thing, ‘’we need a rejection letter from your PPA’’. I got fed up with the whole thing, and I wasn’t willing to tell the slightest lie to get my way.

In frustration, I headed to the strange land I was posted to. Even the journey was not encouraging because those I asked for directions kept saying “igbo” (meaning village, hope I got the spelling right). It got to a point where I had to take a bike because buses were not plying that route at that time.  The bike ride seemed like forever, I kept asking myself when we would get there. Then we got to a Y-junction, the left arm the tarred road continued while the right arm the red sand began. We went from the tarred to the not tarred road (red sand to be precise).

Then I began to cry...To be continue