Pepper them!!!

 ...Too much information everywhere. The era of social media has thrown being discreet to the thrash. Private matters fly all over public domain. Everyone has an opinion, a voice and a story, but wisdom is a scarce commodity.

There is this burning urge to keep the world abreast of happenings in our lives, especially the "sweet ones". However, everything is picture perfect online. Stories are exaggerated, accounts are sugar coated, pictures are airbrushed...

So, the "pepper them" mentality grows. An average Nigerian wants to show that they are better than their neighbours, colleagues, etc; that they have it all. There's a silent competition going on. So, we always want to tell them, show them...

In my opinion, it's better to be mute than talkative. The problems of talking too much far outweigh those of not talking enough. Know where to draw the line. "My husband is the best ever. He did this......", "My boss trusts me, the key to the safe is with me......". Cho Cho Cho, too much talk. Some stories & pictures should not be for public consumption!

Many have used their mouths and keyboards to open up Pandora's box...

Motherhood...

 It's a full time job; day & night. No breaks!

There's no payment, at least not for now. Not that any amount would suffice anyway!

The bulk of it is on one party...unfair but true!

It could be tiring, oh well...

It's worth it still...

Hallelujah

 That moment when I am shopping and on a very very tight budget; suddenly I see this item that I just can't resist, but my budget is very tight still... then I see that it doesn't come in my size. I just heave a sigh of relief and say "thank you Jesus, you never leave me without a witness...

Gone...

 Gone are the days when academic excellence meant anything.

Gone are the days when genuine hard work paid off.

Gone are the days when education was refered to as "the best legacy".

Gone are the days when intelligence was attractive.

I yearn for the days when a deliberate positive action, resulting in a spectacular feat, such as graduating with a perfect score of 5.00CGPA, will break the internet. When companies will queue up to endorse such individual. When every newspaper, magazine, channel, blog and platform will put it in our faces for days on end, reiteratting the message, especially to the younger ones, that excellence is achievable and more importantly, rewarding.

How do we encourage the younger ones to sit up academically, when at the end of the day, all they get are handshakes and laptops? There are even no jobs for them after all the toiling. 

Whereas, those who were termed unserious or uneducated take the spot light. They are the Yahoo boys, whose fraudulent ways prove most productive, as they are amongst those who ride the best cars, or the musicians who with a perfect blend of noisiness and vulgarity get the best endorsements and live the best lives. They are the runs babes who fly round the world in private jets, and reside in mansions.

So, how exactly do we get back to the yester years of glory? Is hawking of commodities the new way forward and all it takes?

Shushhhh

 Some people talk damn too much. Too much information, especially when unsolicited is bad. Be discreet!!! You just ask some people "how are you?", and they go off telling you the past, present and future happenings in their life, their partner's and entire generation.

The worst are those who give out information about others. E.g someone asks you about your friend and you go on about how she's pregnant, the sex of the unborn child, the delivery date and hospital, even possible names of the child! Shut up...

DILEMMA OF A LAGOSIAN!

 DILEMMA OF A LAGOSIAN!!!

A home is where the heart is; it is the place one should be the most comfortable and at ease. Supposedly. 

To enjoy the benefits a home provides, especially peace and quiet, it might be helpful to consider not living next to

A School

A place of worship

A Market

1.You don't want to have your house next to a school, especially a nursery & primary school. It might seem OK and unproblematic if you're one who's usually out of the house during the day, till the day you are on leave, or home, sick! Imagine the life of stay/work at home people!

A typical day starts with being awoken by kids, who gayly explore their passion for drums and screaming, sorry singing ,with no restraint. 

"PARENTS LISTEN TO YOUR CHILDREN, WE ARE THE LEADERS OF TOMORROW..."

Just as you begin to heave a sigh of relief, thinking the worst is over, loud chants of

"A for apple" rent the air!

Or 

"Okoro, why did you weewee on your body? Are you a baby? Can't you take excuse & go to the toilet?" 

Then follows a string of canings. Poor Okoro! 

Or 

"...9 and 9, ninety-nine, 1-0-0, hundred"...

2. Some houses of worship need to be a bit more considerate. I know this is very controversial, but the truth is what it is. Imagine having a rough or busy Friday, your head is throbbing, you finally get to sit on your sofa, looking forward to some relaxation, and then comes this very loud microphone from over the fence. 

Or you trying to catch some sleep in the early hours of a day, as had sleepless night; and then comes a very loud speaker from some blocks away. 

Heaven help you if you are surrounded by a couple of them.

3. Ever heard someone say 

"Why are you shouting like a market woman?"

Yes, they are that loud. Some of their normal chatters are so loud, now imagine them arguing and fighting. Then add the sounds of grinding machines, butchers cutting meat, knife sharpeners and hawkers.

Like those are not enough, the wastes generated in local markets leave a stench that extends to near buildings. 

You think that's all? Add the rats from the market, a.k.a breeding ground, which find their ways into nearby homes.

Ewwwwww, right?! Of course.

Then, after the hustle of the day and all you can think of is getting in, you find your gate blocked by customers' cars, despite the bold 

'NO PARKING' sign.

Thereafter begins the 'ultimate search' for the car owner...

FACE IT!

Amongst my fears is the fear of snakes, insects and reptiles. Anything that creeps and crawls irks me. They just make my skin crawl. But there are days when our fears stare us in the face, and the only option is to stare right back.

So, during my service year, the building I lived in with my friend Tawa, had a shortage of drying lines. The alternative was to go up the stairs to the building's deck, which had a layer of building blocks all round it, and spread the clothes on those blocks. However, beneath one side of the deck was a long and very thick stretch of bush, as it was rainy season and bushes grew fast; coupled with the fact that no one cared enough to employ someone to clear them. The bush was above thigh level in height.

As it happened, I had washed and spread my clothes as usual. I got back from the school I taught and went to the deck to get my clothes. On getting there, I found that half of the clothes I spread were missing. Instinctively, I looked down, only to see that they had fallen to the bush beneath. Immediately, I was thrown into confusion. My friend wasn't around and wouldn't be back for a while, I didn't have friends in the building and even if I did, I thought of how stupid it would sound to ask someone to help pick my clothes. They would look at me like "wetin do your hands and legs? Na me sabi enter bush abi".

To make things worse, the weather was changing and it seemed like it was going to rain. Do I leave my clothes in the bush for insects, reptiles and whatnot, and let it rain on the clothes I suffered to wash? Do I just walk away and forget about those clothes? Or the worst of all, do I dash into the bush to pick my clothes? What if a lizard jumps on me? (There were billions of lizards in that area) Worse of, what if a snake coils round my leg? Or even bites me?
By then, I was seriously fidgeting and sweating profusely. I stood at the entrance of the bush for about 30 mins, just looking, thinking and imagining the worst.

I was tired of standing, but much more afraid of going in. Then, I asked myself what's the worst that could happen. I recited all the protective Bible verses I knew, especially psalm 91, the part that said I shall trample on lions and serpents... then I rehearsed my race in my head.

I don't know how, it seemed like I was pushed, but I was in and out of that bush with my clothes before I could think.

The way I felt was indescribable...

Alas, I did it. I faced a fear that day and here I am telling the story!

BETTER AHEAD!

The worst has happened? Well, then, the best is yet to come!
Why?
The plans of God for his children are of good, and not evil; to give us an expected end. The expected end is simply glorious. So, until it ends in glory, it is not the end.

Joseph's destiny was glorious, therefore, it was contended, and it seemed to have been thwarted. However, he was catapulted into a training and preparatory period. His demotion for a period, led to eternal elevation.

So, be still and know He's God! Make the best of every situation...

WHAT REALLY MATTERS?

"How quickly poor grades are forgotten in the shadow of power and wealth"... Frank Underwood, from House of cards.

Simply put, first class degree, first position in class, and whatever academic achievements, mean little, if they do not transform to something tangible eventually! This is not to say academic excellence is worthless, but...

Let the wise pick the message, and the unwise, do whatever with it.

TIMES & SEASONS ...

The whole world, as we know, operates on different time zones. For example, Nigeria is 6 hours ahead of Washington, DC, USA. That means when it's 2:00pm in Lagos, it's 8:00am in Washington. It doesn't end there. 

Even within a continent, and subregions, time differs in different locations. For example, Nigeria is 1 hour ahead of Ghana. So, when it's 1:00pm in Nigeria, it's 12:00pm in Ghana. They are both west African countries.

More interesting, is the fact that this phenomenon transcends even neighbouring countries, as it is applicable within some individual countries. For instance, within the United States of America, there are different times. The time in Las Vegas is different from that of Washington, which in turn is different from that of Denver.

Additionally, there are certain periods, yearly, in some countries, when the entire time changes, as a result of DST, where clocks are either wound forward or backward.

It's not just about time, but weather also. Nigeria is hot generally, but some places are known to be hotter than others. That is even far fetched. Have you ever seen where it rains in a place and just 10 feet away is as dry as a desert?

But why then, do we fail to recognize that this principle applies to we humans too, that we all have different times and seasons? While Mr A might build his mansion at 30, Mr B might attain such feat at 60 (or maybe never). 

There should be no rush or envy or unhealthy competition in life, as it is not a race where there are prizes for 'early arrivers'. Each has his track and should go at his pace. Each has his time, weather and season.

What many of us need to remember about time is that the fact that we are in so much hurry doesn't make the clock's hands move faster, neither does the fact that we need more time mean the clock's hands will go any slower. They all go at their own pace, which is a second at a time. And even when anyone goes ahead to manipulate what the time says, it only has effect on that particular timepiece. The actual time is what it is. Say Mr A puts his clock at 2:00pm, when the actual time is 6:00pm, the darkness outside when it's 8:00pm will testify that the 4:00pm, which Mr A's clock says, is wrong. You cannot manipulate global or standard time. So also, you cannot manipulate certain things in life without repercussions.

Just as a pregnant woman can't force her baby out preterm (except it's premature or a medical emergency) and when it's her time, she can't withhold the baby (except she has a death wish for her and her baby), certain things can't be rushed or slowed down. They happen at the appointed time...