Like a poem...

Hello my lovely readers, how was your week? Mine was really busy, I had to work extra hours and I am working this Saturday. I really didn't have the time to compose any blog post but I wrote this yesterday and I want to share it. It came out like a poem, so I titled it "Like a poem" No much editing, just a few punctuations here and there,  it is basically straight from my heart. Now guys tell me, what do you think of it?

A friend commended that I could relate matters of the heart to weather conditions and advised that I try poetry (though I am not so keen on it for now). 
Anyway, I would really love to read your comments...

I suddenly felt the irresistible urge to see him.
All dressed up and excited,
I took all I needed and raced to the door.
Standing in front of my house,
holding the door knob...
my left hand was the only part of my body still in the building;
every part of me wanted to see him.
Staring at the fast changing weather,
it seemed like it wanted to rain.
Contemplating going out to hang out with him...
Ouch! I didn't even notify him...silly me!
His number was not reachable, might be the weather.
I knew he would be at home but I wanted to be sure,
changes happen...
The rain! OMG! I may get stuck!
Or he may not be at home!
He may be very busy!
How do I reach him? I need to see him.
His number is still not reachable;
pings not delivering...shoot!
I stared back into the house,
emptiness was all I could see.
I needed him.
His smile, his voice, his laugh, his sense of humour, his craziness...
I needed all of him.
It started to rain very heavily,
thunder roaring and lightening flashing.
The pouring rain could not wash away my sadness.
My face already wet,
not by the rain, but by my tears, like rain pouring from my eyes.
My heart filled with sadness;
I knew I wasn't supposed to see him.
It was for the best and my head knew that.
But I was thinking with my heart...
I didn't have the strength to fight the feelings any longer,
so I just stood there,
partially drenched by the rain
still holding the door knob...

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Never let your mood have a negative impact on your fashion statement

Every right-minded person loves to look good. At least you want to be seen as someone

who has a good dress sense. The way you dress says a lot about you (we all know that) and everyone has a fashion statement. Whether you follow fashion trends or not, you have an appearance which speaks before you speak. That which your appearance reveals about you before you utter a word is your fashion statement.


What is your fashion statement? Or let me rephrase, what impression does your appearance give? Stylish, cool, rich, simple, flashy, mature, tomboyish, rock, scruffy, youthful, edgy,  old-fashioned, sexy, clean, boring, corporate? Name it!

You might be someone who loves flashy colours and wants to be seen as fun and cheerful. A splash of orange here, a touch of red there, a hint of yellow, a little pink (not all at once though) but you know, some bright colours that would enliven your look. Some are known for their picture-perfect makeup. The pink, red, or purple lip colour; the non-glittering eye shadow; the artistically carved eyebrows; the perfect blush, the flawlessly applied foundation and other cosmetics all accentuating their face. For some, their hairstyles could make them pass for celebs. Whether natural, fixed, or braided, whatever style...after applying their hair products and doing the necessary finishing touches, they look so awemazing that they are worth Celeb-Rating. 

What about guys who are skilled at sweeping ladies off their feet with their well-cut and shaped hair, sideburns or sometimes beard. They look so sharp that you just blush when they say hi. For some, it is their shoes, always neat and always looking new (like they clean them every 20mins. I know a guy who carries an extra hanky in his pocket for cleaning his shoes). While for some their well-groomed feet is a beauty to behold (I know another guy whose feet make me trip). 

As we all know, looking good requires effort and costs money (no matter how little). From the 'effort requiring' standpoint, there are some days when you just don't feel like going the extra mile to look good. Not like you look bad and trashy but you are not just your usual dressed up self. It's like 'what the heck sef, I no fit!' 'Who cares? Abeg I am tired, I am OK like this'. It could be one of those lazy Saturdays when you just have to dash across the street to buy something and you have your hair net on, no make up/just-waking up-face...in the case of a guy, you have don't brush your hair (some coco waves), you know, that rugged look you guys have when you haven't touched up. Is anyone feeling me here? I am sure you guys understand what I mean. 

Imagine you have been following the rules or the right procedures while you watch your counterparts break them without fear and remorse and go scot-free. However, the day decide to bend the rule just a little or bypass a procedure because you feel you have eaten a teeny-weeny piece of liver...Bam! (In my American accent, slamming my right fist against my left palm) You are caught! 'Ouch!' You say. 'Painful and pathetic!' I say. You would feel like screaming the f word with all the energy you could ever muster. The aforementioned can be likened to the day you go out without 'wearing your fashion sense' and you come across someone you never expected to meet, especially someone who you wish would see you in your best. It could be your rival from back in the day, a friend you wanna impress, your ex, an old schoolmate, a crush, a toaster, or someone whose help you need, etc.

Let me share my experience.
It was a Monday, not my favourite my day of the week, and I was experiencing the I-am-not-in-the-mood feeling which affected my dress sense. I wore the grey shirt I had told myself a couple of times I wouldn't wear again and a black pants, no makeup not even lip gloss. I didn't make my hair that weekend, I just did it up in a ponytail. I was looking kinda tired but I didn't give a damn. I just wanted the day to be over as soon as possible. Unfortunately for me, that was the day, a friend of mine from secondary school decided to show up at my place of work. She was looking all made up and hot and after the usual ahhh! Oh my Gawd! I can't believe this! and so on...She said, "you haven't changed!" What! I did a quick flash back to the boarding house days when I was wearing a low cut, no make-up, and when I was over-skinny...What! How dear she? That was 11yrs ago and I haven't changed!  My guilty conscious tormented me, "you shouldn't have worn this shirt, it's dull, you should have worn the pink jacket, it is the makeup-less face, you should have used a lip colour at least....you shouldn't have this, you should have that..." Finally I spoke out, "don't mine me dear, I was a little down this morning so I decided to dress down." Then I did a quick change of topic, "so what brought you here?"


Or what about the day I went to get recharge card from my next door neighbour. It was a lazy Saturday, I wore my 'mary amaka' gown which I wear strictly indoors when I need air space between my body and my clothes, a hair net on my pretty hair (I fixed a long wavy light brown weave-on that complimented my complexion), and I wore a bathroom slippers. I was like it just my neighbour here, who will see me in this area? So I went out hoping to buy the recharge card and run back into the house. Unfortunately, my nieghbour didn't have any, so I had to walk a little bit further, close to the main road. Thank God no one was passing by. I got my credit and smiled.

As I walked home (thanking God in my mind for not wasting my time touching up), a male voice calling my name plastered my face with a puzzled look. Who the hell was that shouting my name when I didn't want to be seen? I looked behind me and saw a tall, fair, handsome young man smiling as he ran towards to me. It was one of my JAMB lesson toasters. Meeehhnnn I wasn't pleased to see him, not looking like that. I formed the best phoney I could because that was my only weapon at that point. Annoyingly, he was all baffed up. We tried to catch up as fast as we could from JAMB days to that moment (then I was serving). He actually came to visit his friend in my area and recognised me from across the road. 

Those are just two out of the many experiences I have had. After the last experience (the Monday's experience), I vowed that no matter how I felt, unless I was ill, I would never allow my mood have a negative impact on your fashion statement. My fashion sense will always be intact. My looks are sophisticated, rich, rock or sometimes tomboyish. I love lip colours, sometimes nude lip gloss, blush, eye shadows with no glitters, eye liners, and blue or black mascara. I love jewels too! Anyway, no matter my mood, I must maintain my fashion statement. I can see some heads nodding in agreement. Same applies to you reading this because you never know...

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The best way to get rid of old stuff or stuff you don't need

The end-product

Last week Saturday, I did some de-cluttering (my major targets were my bookcases) and I discovered a lot of old stuff I no longer needed that just occupied my space (typical definition of matter...they had weight too!). Some of the items discovered were photocopies of university course materials, a JAMB brochure, really old textbooks and notebooks, my old modems, even hairpieces. As I packed them into a big sac for disposal, a better idea struck me. Yard sales!!! Yea, I watch a lot of movies, don't blame me. However the stuff I could sell were not many, so a yard sale wasn't the greatest of ideas. Instead, I brought together all the old stuff I could sell and decided to reach out to friends in my neighborhood that could be interested in buying. Out of all my clutter, I had a wig, a weave-on, and five novels for resale; not enough for a yard sale. 

The hairpieces from my clutter consisted of extensions I had used and planned to re-use and some were pieces left from previous ones I had used. I was to fix my hair that day and wanted to buy a new weave-on; but looking at the hairpieces in front of me, I decided to use out of them to make my hair. I had no idea of what hair style I wanted to do. I just packed all the hairpieces into my bag, together with the hairpiece and the wig I wanted to sell and ran off to the salon. When I got there and my coiffeuse asked me what style I wanted to fix, I just smiled and emptied my bag on her shelf. She looked at me in amazement and with a sweet smile on her face and joined me as I separated the hair pieces putting similar ones together. I took photos of them.
 








I told her I wasn't planning on buying any weave-on and at that spot, I decided on something short due to the hot weather. After much deliberation, we chose this one!

I used this one

As she weaved my hair, I told her about the wig and hairpiece I wanted to sell. She first of all said she didn't have money but I told her they were at giveaway prices. My mum gave me the wig but I hated it on me. I had had it for over 3years so it was more of rubbish to me. I sold it for N500 and the hair piece for N300. I bought the hair piece when I used to buy hairpieces in bulk. I had used the same type before but it just wasn't right. It was too light; any little breeze sent it flying all over my head and strands just kept falling out.

The wig and the weave-on I sold to my hairdresser

After she agreed to buy them, I read Glamour magazine plus dozed off as she made my hair and in the end, I got a simple nice short hair as shown in the pix above captioned the end-product. N1500 was her fixing fee so I paid N700.

When I got home I rang one of my neighbors and asked her if she was interested in buying my old novels. Good for me, she was. I took the novels to her house and showed them to her. She took two-Inca Gold and Hawk's Pledges. I sold them for N50 each and gave the N100 to my sister because she owned one of the novels I sold. Actually she was about to throw it away as trash.

The novels for sale

I made N900 from stuff I did not value and need. Some would go like pscheew N900 but  depending on what you got, it could be more. Plus it is fun too, exercising your marketing skills! Do you have stuff that you rarely use just taking up space in your apartment-closet, wardrobe, cupboard, etc? Do you have old reusable stuff you do not need? Check around your house, your bedroom, the living room, your kitchen, you will definitely find something! De-clutter your space! Separate the trash from the potential cash! Dispose the trash, and resell the reusable! Why not give them at a price and get something from them? You could do a yard sales like it is done in some countries or you could just reach out to those who would need them just like I did. Whichever method you choose, you have nothing to lose, something to gain.

The final trash-I got me some more space

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1 woman--1 issue--3 guys--3 advices=1 perfect solution

source wild child

Something unusual happened to me yesterday. I got so fed up with been around people with mediocre attitude and myopic thinking that it affected everything about me: my appetite (no food appealed to me), my mood (I was irritable), my countenance (I didn't smile that day at work except sarcastic smiles count). That day, it was strictly MYB-Mind Your Business. No office chinwag, no trying to be nice to the boss, no going the extra mile to help; I just wasn't in the mood for any of those. 

Imagine putting so much priority on the clock in register. Someone comes in at 7.30am but writes 7.29am and some people take it as their duty to check their wrist watches to see if it's truly 7.29am, then spend some precious minutes arguing loudly that it is actually 7.31am. No one checks the register for pity's sake neither is it used as a criterion for appraisal. A pregnant staff wears a big gown to the office as opposed to the usual tight-fitting corporate wear and the gown becomes a topic of discussion. They call them (the gown and the preggy) all sorts of funny names and tell whoever cares to listen how the gown reminds them of something or someone funny. She is pregnant for crying out loud and her tummy is protruding, do you expect her to wear a tight-fitting jacket to work? Then when did eating breakfast and lunch become eating too much? Was there any memo? Someone please send me an email! You go for your breakfast at 8am, tongues wag that it is too early. You go for your lunch at 3pm, a debate is started to judge if you like food or not. Then a conclusion is reached that you like food.  Eating three times a day is freaking normal people! Ask your doctor! If you cannot afford it, don't blame those who can!

Thinking of all these and more just got me irritated yesterday. I didn't smile like I used to, I ignored all those who brought up time-wasting mediocre discussions (my new strategy now), and I didn't pick my calls on my mobile (I didn't feel like talking). In the evening after I got home, I decided to pick my calls. I received three calls from three different guys who are close to me. When they asked me how I was and how my day went, I told them exactly how I felt as stated above and added a little melodrama, then asked for their advice. 

First guy-He went all spiritual. He advised I take my frustrations to God and let Him take control. He also advised me never to cease praying and to always have faith in God. He said I should just ask God for His will to be done in my life and wait on Him for a change. He said God has a reason for everything and things would surely get better with time. He ended by telling me to cheer up and stop worrying. 

Second guy-He was really factual. He first said he would not advise me to resign just like that but I should plan towards it. Then he asked if I had thought of going into business and advised I start thinking of business ideas. He asked me what I was interested in, my skills and natural gifts and explored various business ideas with me and their likely challenges. He told me I could be whatever I wanted to be as long as I put my mind in it.

The 1st guy didn't think of the reality on ground, he based his advice solely on the spiritual. Though it first comes to past in the spirit before it manifests physically, but faith without good works is dead. You can't pray for success in your ICAN exams and sleep all day, else failure with all that comes with it awaits such a person. The 2nd guy never mentioned prayer, faith or God unlike the 1st guy. To him, as long as you work hard and you are determined to make it, you will. I will not dispute that fact but I still prefer to put God in the picture.  
Just like one of #FrediliaMomoduQuotes Do not wait until you are worn out from trying before you ask God for help, turn to Him from the start and every time.
 

Third guy- He was just hilarious. He made me laugh amidst my worries. When he called and I told him how I felt, he first told me it was just a matter of time. But when I insisted that he wasn't helping and I needed concrete advise, he told me to hang myself and just end it all in his usual sense of humour. I just laughed and realised I was actually over working myself. He made me realise that I had it all at my finger tips and just needed to calm down. 

After his call, I thought of the three different advices I got from my three different male friends and realised that the best of all three advices was the combination of them. Take my burdens to God in prayer and ask for wisdom(1st guy); plan, work hard and be focused(2nd guy); enjoy my journey to success no matter how bumpy(3rd guy). Funny enough, the advices came in the right sequence: God first, hard work, and just take it easy as you strive in faith. This just accentuates the awesome nature of God and how He uniquely made each one of us. As for moi, I am far better than yesterday- I feel awemazing!!!

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