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.

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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