How I got two tops for free...

On Saturday morning while I was preparing the meal my parents wanted to take to the hospital for my grandpa who was ill, I got a call from my neighbour and good friend. She is an up and coming gospel artist and fashion designer. I told her I would be with her soon but I had no idea why she wanted to see me. On my way out, I stopped by her house and she gave me a dress she made that wasn't her size and a strapless top that she bought but had not worn before. 

The strapless top

The dress she designed

  never fail to answer the call of a friend (especially one like mine)!
Lucky me right!

Lets' make our reading culture our underwear...

What a title right?  I used this comparison because underwear would never go out of fashion. You must wear underwear, especially before you step out off of your house. As a guy (boxers) and as a lady (bras n the like); unless you are still living in the 'early man age'.  
Lets' not allow our book reading culture fade out like shaba sandals and kitto (my secondary school days). As growing minds, we need to continually equip ourselves with knowledge and one good way to do that is by inculcating the habit of reading.
Nothing can beat the traditional method of studying.

• Buy a book- Get some cash, go to a book shop or a book stand, and buy a good book as it affects you. There are books on leadership, marriage, public speaking, management, self discovery, christian books and so on. Since it's your book, you can highlight important points as you read. This makes it easier when you need to make references.

You can take it anyway with you, as you travel, to work, to school, to the salon, even to the toilet *winks*

• Have a library- This could be just a corner of your room on your reading table, or in your cupboard, you do not need an extra room or a separate cabinet. What makes your library? Your books! As long as you a stack of books, you have a library. This means you need to buy more and more books. So give yourself a deadline of when to finish a book and as soon as you are done, get another! You could buy two or more. Just make it a habit!

Some of us have mentors and role models who have written wonderful books. Get them, study them, and tap from their knowledge.
Knowledge is power and no man is an island of knowledge. We learn from our experience and the experiences of others which have been documented in black and white for all to have access to.

Here are a few books that have aided my development as an individual:
*The Bible
*Webster and Collins dictionary
*The battle belongs to the Lord by Joyce Meyer.
*7 habits of highly effective people by Steven R. Covey
*Reposition yourself by Bishop T. D. Jakes
*Conquering intimidation by Kate McVeigh
*The power of the plus factor by Norman Vincent Peale
*This is your life not a dress rehearsal by Jim Donovan
and many more...

If you have been practising this, well done and keep it up! 

But if not, you can start now!

Check out these sexy cuties!

I went shopping on five Saturdays back. Thank God for his mysterious ways, I should gone for a training.
That aside, I got beautiful stuff, 7 unique and pretty skirts that were my perfect size except for a the royal blue one; 4 cute pairs of shoes; a green bag that can be used as a purse, shoulder back, or handbag which I never intended to buy. But it was so pretty that I could not resist.
They have been in my closet (and on my body) but I feel they deserve to be seen not only on my body but on my blog too.
So check them out! I call them my sexy cuties...   

                                                                    

Please don't forget to like my Facebook page by clicking the Facebook like button on your top left thanks or follow me on twitter @frediliamomodu One love!

RE-Can an insecticide kill the police? Maybe not but AG Mohammed D Abubakar can...

D Truth Uncensored: Can an insecticide kill the police?:Just like insects crawling on my beautiful skin so are the policemen in my area to me. As early as 6am, they line the mini-express looking serious with their guns, torches and batons, summoning vehicles especially bikes n kekes to a halt (for security check, pschewww, you wish) for breakfast o jare...and I can bet pounds to a doughnut that if the Boko haramists pass with a bus loaded with explosives, the policemen would collect their daily egunje and let them pass...God forbid bad thing.

  AG Mohammed Dikko Abubakar looking sharp

The free gift of self-expression

Just feel like sharing this...
It hurts me when I meet people who find it difficult to use this gift because they are just too scared.
You have something on your mind? Say it!
You are in a gathering and everyone is of one opinion while you are of another? No big deal!
Speak for what you stand for. It sets you apart from the rest and you will be surprised at many who would agree with you.

You want to wear an outfit you love but you think your friends or peers might not approve of it or would make fond of it? Take the bold step and wear whatever you want. You don't need anyone's approval to know you look good. That's why there's a mirror.  

Freedom of expression is your fundamental right, but it should be used only by those mature enough to accept responsibility  for their actions.
Most importantly, never make a fool out of yourself in the name of self expression. 




Please don't forget to like my Facebook page by clicking the Facebook like button on your top left thanks or follow me on twitter @frediliamomodu One love!

Planned her funeral...Superwoman's gone crazy n wild...

I love paying close attention to details, ranging from important things to unnecessary ones. For instance, every or let me say almost every morning I write my to-do list in my diary. Well, except for days I decide not to. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a super woman, I just tend to be  a lil bit forgetful and unfocused when my plans are just in my head. 

However, when on paper...you can say the superwoman in me comes alive. Thank you, thank you.(taking a bow with a wide grin). I love foreign movies and watching movies is my fav hobby. But I took it too far when I watched a film where a woman planned her funeral before she died; and her funeral was perfect. It took place as she requested, a funeral of fun and laughter...I actually liked it and nursed the idea for years. I watched this movie about 5yrs ago. Well, I penned it and superwoman came alive again. 

To-do 

write how I want my funeral to be

 * fun, no crying, fun songs and an atmosphere of laughter. 

* A slide show of beautiful pictures that speak a million words. 

* Plus a colourful obituary with pink as the main colour.....

Well, my bestie saw this and told me to cancel it from my diary and delete it from my memory. Come to think of it, if a friend of mine did that, I would ask if he/she has lost it or has just received a doctor's report. 

Well you can say that again...superwoman's gone crazy n wild.

This is for the ladies! She is intimidated by you if she

* Criticises everything you do. *

* Can't take her eyes off and can't stop asking questions about your new and obviously beautiful accessories or clothes, and finds it so difficult to drop a compliment. *

* More inclined to telling you what's wrong with your method of doing things than appreciating your genius.*

* Feeds you with lies just prove to you that she is all that. *

* She could be your relative, friend or just a bad habit. But whoever she is to you, never let her words give you a headache. * 

LOVE Y'ALL CHICAS....

Just have to let you go

So precious are you to my heart. 

I have known you for 16 yrs now and my love for you still remains strong. 

You have been loyal to me; you were there all the times I needed you.

I never had any reason to doubt your purity. 

Many times I wanted let go but I found myself holding on tighter. 

Each time I wanted to let go I saw something new in you.

But now, I think the time has come.

The time for me to let go.

No matter how many fancy and expensive jewels I have now, your place in my heart still stands, because you are one of the numerous evidences of a mother's love for her child.

A dedication to the necklace my mum gave to me as a gift on my 10th birthday. 

I used it as a necklace and a bracelet. 
 

Gentle words...Soothing truth

He stared at me with loving eyes,walked up to me and rested on my laps. It felt so good.

He was quietly seated in the hall, not participating like the others. His lips were sealed while others were singing. He was just staring at me like I was some strange ornament. Well, maybe because it was my first time at the children's mass.

As he was staring I signaled him to come towards me but he did the waka thingy. I called him again and he repeated it. He did this four times while I did nothing but stared back at him. A few minutes later I walked over to him, bent down, and tried to start a conversation

I asked him what his name was but he kept mum. I asked him again and even told him my name but he still kept mum. Then I asked him if he was a naughty boy and finally he gave me an answer. He said no.

I went further to ask him if he was a child of God and he said yes.

Again I asked for his name and he told me his name was David.

David! I repeated in a high pitched voice

In a gentle voice I said to him slowly, "Do you know king David in the bible? He was a strong king and God loved him. David was a child of God too and never told people waka. He respected his elders and was a very good man".

Then I asked him, are you a good boy? He nodded and whispered a yes.

I told him not to do that (waka) again or insult anyone since he was a child of God. I told him to give me a hi-five which he did and he finally smiled. So I stood up and went back to where I was standing.

About 15minutes later, I noticed he was still staring at me. All of  a sudden, he walked up to me and rested on my laps. It felt so good.

The little child knew he was wrong and listened to correction. Some people may have reacted by beating or scolding 5yr old David, which would only harden the child. Same applies to every other person young or old.

Gentle words of truth do get to the hearts of everyone. Let us not be too quick to judge or react. Gentle words of good advice may just be the next step to a positive change.

Girls Day Out

Started out as every other Saturday morning but this one was different, I was taking my sister and cousin SHOPPIIING (in a musical voice). You know the ‘going back to school shopping’, I was excited for them plus I love shopping...not a shopaholic though.

However when I found out the amount of money they had, I felt kinda sad because it was too little compared to what I had in mind and based on the place I wanted to take them to. I expressed my sadness to them and they became sad also; which deepened my sadness because I naturally love cheerful faces.

Like a light bulb above my head, I came up with an idea. I ransacked my wardrobe and brought out clothes I rarely wore. They picked what they loved tried them on and in the end; they got almost half of what they wanted to buy. There was a yellow body hug that I loved so much but my sister tried it out and started begging for it. I couldn’t help but to let her have it. Though my wardrobe looked somewhat empty, my happiness was the fact that I was able to make them smile again. 

Then we all shared a big hug we call sister hug and went shopping (another place though)....

We got all wanted and more though I felt bad that we forgot to buy a lovely black metallic bracelet we found for my sister.

I gave them my old jewels that were still very good when we got home. Because anytime I buy new stuff, I always try to give out some old ones, more or less like replacing the old with the new.

We were like triplets of different heights in the market, giving each other the signal when the prices were right or not. Acting like we were leaving as a ploy to make the sellers decrease their prices. In the end we all gained, and most importantly, it brought us closer, we actually felt like triplets...sweet experience.