Job Seekers

It's good to be back after such a long while. My last post was in 2013... amazing! lol. Well, an incident occurred and I was forced to come back to my blog and vent. I and a friend of mine were gisting the other day about jobs. She had been mobilized by NYSC and I hadn't. In consequence of that fact, I was laying about the house in an idle state, and as a result of the postponement of the forth-coming election, there seemed to be no hope till June when the next mobilization will take place.

 My friend, Chelsea told me about a certain online job wherein we could work from home and make money, part-time. Trust me na, business-chick-original I got busy with registration and discovered that it involved referring people to their site and getting a percentage of the firm's earnings. It seemed genuine. I got busy and started publicizing and encouraging others to benefit from the scheme. In the course of publicizing a friend told me that the program was fraudulent, that I would not be allowed to withdraw the money. I couldn't believe my ears, of course. So I dashed back to siteand ttried to withdraw the cherished dollars and I had a "Mo gbe" moment ie that moment when you place both arms on your head and shout "I don die o". I was furious and disheartened atll at once. It is an unforgivable offence to capitalize on people's willingness to work to perpetrate fraud.the site is onlineyouthjob.com. Please I decided to enlighten my folks as I would not want you to be scammed of your time and your gigabytes. Meanwhile it's back to my humble job of selling beautiful human hair In the course of public

Gratitude

On this beautiful evening, after many nights of unrest and six full hours of mindless sleep, following the conclusion of my exams, I proceed on the journey back down memory lane to when it all started. A dream which began over ten years ago and which I have tenaciously held on to against the odds;my call to be a "Lawyer". To many this is a common thing, as evident in the use of the derogatory term of "charge and bail" but to my mind, young as it then was at the conception of my dream, it was the golden fleece. After many years of struggle, the end is in sight and the thrills of triumph and joys of accomplishment implode within me. The realisation that it took sheer grit and that a creature so frail as I, did it, humbles me and of course,enables me convey all the appreciation to God Almighty, who in His infinite goodness and love never abandoned me. So, Mr. I-want-it-now and Ms No-one-cares-for-me, realise that you owe yourself the responsibility to succeed because, the glory first goes to the Creator who made it possible and then to you, the Creation who actualised the dream against all odds. Forge ahead and keep being strong. Just like that Peak milk advertisement, "Its in you!"

Hi world, today is on the concept of power. Ever since I can remember, I have been bombarded with power and its effects. In my nursery school days, it can in the form of bible stories of Pharoah, Ahab and all the kings of note in the Bible. In secondary school it was mentioned and celebrated in Social Studies and Government, in my university days nko? Ahhh...they finished the concept! Everywhere I turned in my faculty I was lambasted with power. Students argued about it, lecturers...em...facilitators(as they later were designated) crammed it down our throats by exercising it over us and ensuring doubly that we went to the society, extracted the concept and applied it in class and even on answer sheets!. Power has been defined to be the ability or capacity to perform or act effectively' or the ability to control and influence the actions of others...(I googled it, kappish?) Please note that I am not desirous of intimidating nor impressing anyone with my super-fabulous brain power *clears throat*. The reason why I am here on this platform is because I am truly and highly irked by the application of this phenomenon called power o. In naija parlance, I dey vex. The manner in which this concept is being utilised has got me ticked off, pissed off,etc. Yes o, power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absoluetly. On sunday, I was gisting with my friend and she was telling me about the rules in her choir, where they are not allowed to question any policy laid down by the exco. They were to obey all orders handed down whether it was favourable or not, whether it was morally wrong or not; just obey everything, no questions asked, no suggestions should be given at the time of the issuance of such orders. I said," ahh...mo gbe!" If choir leader says jump off a cliff, you were expected to fly straight off, no questions asked. I laughed sha. However, it got me thinking at the effects of power. So intoxicating a force, invisible yet invincible as it makes its presence felt. A force so strong that it makes brothers dive at each other's throat in a bid to attain supremacy. A force so strong that it makes a President who is supposed to concentrate on alleviating a country's economic problem, to turn around and concentrate rather, on the daring and pesky fly that had the guts to eye his seat. Power, power, oh power. What are you doing with the power in your hands, you choir leader, you head of department, you company executive, you politician, what are you doing with the power in your hands. Are u he who pounds and grinds subordinates for the flimsy reason that they are too cocky or self-confident...desist please or what happened to a certain legilator who used a mace on a fellow legislator, and went to jail, would happen to you. There's always room for change and growth. Always think twice befoee oppressing another. Loyalty should be earned; any other mode of acquiring loyalty and acceptaance is despotic and would only lead to your failure and certain doom!!! Thanks for having the patience to stick around till this point. Please if you know any mini-despot pass this to him/her and flee for cover o. Buh-bye. Kisses, y'all.

All In A Day's Job

"Ouch!" That was the only word I could mutter as I crashed onto my bed. A woman's life is definitely not easy. It all began this morning; I woke up with the usual feeling of gratitude to God Almighty for a new day, but I didn't workout as usual because every muscle in my body ached tremendously from the previous day's workout. I made a mental note to really have fun on this blessed Saturday(I planned to go somewhere I hadn't been to before i.e the Port Harcourt International Airport), so I got up from my bed and proceeded to the refrigerator to start my day with 3 glasses of water, as preached by those water-therapists(I have been doing that for two weeks already and weight's still the same)...and that was when it all began. As I tipped my head back to gulp that water which usually feels like medicine, I spotted the curtains and took in the environment and literarily cursed my wandering eyes cos I knew that the part of me that is suffering from OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder) wouldn't let things be. So I started with the windows and curtains, washing and scrubbing and all the while spurring myself on with the thought of my proposed visit to the airport and any other place I would think of subsequently. Before I knew it, masochism set in. I added more tasks, making breakfast for my dad and siblings, and general sanitation of our house...I know at this point, you will be wondering and saying, "oh yeah, so you did chores, what's the big deal?" Well, the big deal is that by the time I was through with all that back-breaking physical labour, I was filled with respect for women all over the world(even my self(sticking out tongue). Most of us do these things on a daily or weekly basis after having almost killed ourselves with stress from jobs, school,kids and oh, how could I have forgotten, MEN! As I lay on my bed, I thought of my life in the past year and all the struggle, taking everything in stride, I thought of pregnant Mrs Ogan that lives down the road, selling fries and hawking akamu with that protruding tummy, I thought about my sweet sweet mum, who hustled and pushed and strived and laboured to assist my dad so we could go to an elitist school, I thought of the women all over the world, struggling to make things easier for their families, and I mentally gave thanks to God for making me a woman(of course, I was too tired to pray in the Mountain of Fire style). May the Lord continually strengthen us and help us take these things in strides. 'Nough respect to Shaggy for his song,"Strength of a Woman". Catch ya later, ladies n fellas. Keep ya heads up. It's all in a day's job, afterall. Mwah.

The Next Page

Hi friends,
I just want to say that I believe that am jinxed in a way. What with my blogging at the beginning of every year. That big bug just pops up and bites me in the rear and then, disappears for the rest of the year but I hope it bites me more often this year.Lol Well I have been very busy and up to lots of mischief this past year, which is just like me...but I also learnt a lot along the way. The major lessons I learnt are inclusive of the areas of friendship and business; 2012 has really taught me never to get too attached because the person whom you show the most love is usually the person who turns around and spits in your face.
Friendship is an important element of life and that has been recognised by almost everyone, even God. This is seen in God's creation of a companion for the lonely Adam and is also evident in the saying that a tree cannot make a forest. I don't want to seem like I am whining online about my friends but what the heck, I still say,"those bitches" whenever they and their actions pop into my head. 2013 is here with lots of resolutions, as usual, which most of us don't keep after the first week, lol and mine is to never get too attached and to have a more suspicious mind with regards to business decisions(can't keep parting with such cash just cos I have a soft spot for people with financial troubles). In all though, I give thanks to God almighty who kept me through this past year and ensured that I didn't lose anyone this time around and to my sweet friends who haven't YET given me a cause to scream or cry, I LOVE YOU all so much. Happy New Year, sweeties. From Sophia Okere

Welcome, February

Happy New Month! January ended yesterday and we have been ushered into the month of February. It is generally stated that February is the month of love...dont ask me why cos I don't know if Cupid was born in February or not. lol. Everywhere I turn, I hear people talking about valentine's day, red roses and the like... well its the season so I wont begrudge them of it.
I know this month will be a lovely and fulfilling month for me cos I began it by making decrees and commanding the forces that be to operate for my good(yes o, I be Jesus pikin na,lol).
I, Miss Sophie, intend to be very mischievous this month though, so get prepared, February cos I'm gonna ride you hard...next up? Who will be my val...

Chasing Butterflies

Wow, its been so long since my last post. Really missed the bug-bite... lol. This is my first post this year, yep, this year in which all the prophets and pastors are speaking good things of. 2012... I start by saying HAPPY NEW YEAR (C'mon, its still January so the year is still new).
After all the bruhaha from subsidy removal, life is picking up slowly and steadily. 2012 is indeed great and promising, despite all the bombings and careless destruction of boko ndi haram. lol.

This year, like I stated earlier began on a promising note for me, after all the pain and disillusionment of its predecessor, I made my resolutions, which even though I vowed to be to strictly comply with, I have broken a thousand times over.lol. One of my resolutions , which I am still hanging on to with clenched teeth and fists, is to be happy no matter what happens this year.

Some folks have described happiness using the delicate and fleeting imagery of the butterfly. I have heard them say that to be happy can be likened to an attempt to catch a butterfly, if you go after it, it flutters away and out of your reach but if you stand still, it will come and settle on your cute little nose. The though that occurred to me was that, 'ok, I wont run after the butterfly, what if it doesnt perch? or it perches like a good little buggie and then when i try to catch it off of my nose it flutters away again?'. Well, its justa thought...

Whether happiness is a butterfly or not, anyways, depends on the definer and the perspective from which such definition was arrived at. As for me... hmmmn, I'm clad in my dancing shoes...didnt ask you to see if clothes would be involved..lol...to dance any stress away and look on the bright side but if that happiness has decided to be a butterfly, chaiiiii! I would chase it with my insect zapper... and when it is adequately zapped, I will keep it, a butterfly afterall is a butterfly whether it is dead or alive...same thing goes for that elusive happiness... phewww, enough of my good-natured ramblings, people, the bottom line is ,be happy always, no matter what. Look on the bright side, dearies. May the best of 2012 be yours in Jesus name. Love y'all so much...

Oh Oh Oh, lest I forget, CHASE THAT BUTTERFLY...lol