Last Update of the year.....

Hi all. Sorry i havent updated in a while. Too many things happening at the same time, but i thank God sha o, it could have been worse.

I wanted to do a different post but i changed my mind just as i was about posting it. it was supposed to be a sequel to a post i put up last year. I had it all typed out in a word document and all i had to do was "copy and paste" into my blog but....., i just dont know what happened.

It was supposed to be a tribute to my dad. December 15th would mark 15 years since he moved on. I wanted to tell him how well we have been doing by Gods mercies and how God has been a doing a wonderful work deputizing for him. I also wanted to tell him all our success stories for the year; from Mom to Iruka, Emeka, Viv, Uche, me, Ikenna, Chimezie and Nnamdi. The marriage in the family, his new grandson, my promotion, Iruka's Masters, Uche's new job and all that. Well, i guess it was giving away too many details (it was quiet elaborate) so i shelved it.

Anyway, this is what i could come up with that was close enough.

I also want to publicly apologise to blogville. So many of you(Jaybabe, Aijay, Princesa, Teediva, Cally, Solomosydelle, Obinwanne, Jaycee, Nikkisab, Ubong, B & B, Uzo, Mochafella, Isi, Ugo Daniels, Fantasy Queen, Onome, Rayo, Nyemoni, Arewa, QMC, Catwalq, Olamild, Sparkle, Bumight..e.t.c) come around and leave comments in my blog and i hardly ever do the same to yours. Please forgive me, its not intentional. i will do better from now on.

...and before i forget, i finally got rid of titi (my jalopy) and waiting to buy a new one. Still thinking of a name for her. I havent decided yet. suggestions would be appreciated, o rshould i just wait till i buy a new one?

HERE IS WISHING YOU ALL A LOVELY XMAS IN ADVANCE AND A WONDERFUL 2008.

HIP HIP HIP!!!!

HOOORAYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hell Ride..........

This was on the "Journey to Atlantis" ride at Sea World, San Diego. Guess who is in the top left hand corner?

Yep, thats me, "an ibo dude", scared as hell. All my machismo, this is where it ended.

Roller coasters, NEVER in my life will i enter one again. I died and woke up ten times in just minutes of this HELL ride. And you know the worst part, just seconds before this ride, i was holding the kid beside me telling him everything would be alright and now look who got scared. The kid just laughed all through the ride; i felt like smacking him.

Well, my only consolation was the guy on the first line. He was as scared as i was (if not worse). You can call me "Scareddy cat", "kid afraid", "wimp" or anything else for that matter. All i know is no more "hell" rides for me.

So the next time you want to tell me how much of a wimp i can be, take me on a roller coaster ride. But you and i know that would never happen.

Update!!!!

Finally…

An update

But not what you were expecting I’m sure. The truth is there is nothing to update. No story to tell and since I don’t want to be cooking up stories for the sake of updating I will just keep this as simple as possible.

Remember if you don’t like this post, just no kill yourself, just go to Isi, afrobabe and obinwanne’s blog and harass them cos na them send me this work.

Anyway the only thing that has changed for me since the last post is that my very good friend got married last Thursday, the 8th of November. Yep, Thursday. It was held in that Catholic Church in 1004 estate. Very lovely wedding; simple, small crowd and lots of food and drink. Too bad I could not drink cos I was supposed to head back to the office after the reception.

The couples have known themselves for a very long time. They went to the same university, dated for like 2 years or so but separated after a while. They eventually hooked up here in Lagos (as everybody don dey work now), got together again and decided to get married (sorry, I cant make it more romantic than this)

So, the true reason for updating is to dedicate this post to Okey and Vivienne and wish them a happy and fulfilled married life. Make una dey pray for them too ooo

….and for those who want to have a good laugh, please visit http://undacovasista-weareeverywhere.blogspot.com/. I almost died of laughter after reading the last post

Story,Story..........Story!!!!

Location......."Roundtable", Mammy Market, NYSC Camp,Ikare Akoko, Ondo State, Nigeria
Participants...3 Guys(including me) and a Lady
Date...........January 17,2002
Time...........around 9pm


This scene happened like 5 year ago. I dont think i remember the exact discussions that night cos there was too much alcohol flying around (and in my bloodstream) and i think it was also eve of our passing out of camp but i do remember something i said that evening. We were in our 6th bottle (even the chic too) and we were having a "wonderful" time and laughing aloud (apparently with that kind of alcohol). Then some lady walks by and the conversation starts....

Chic....Bros, see that babe wey win miss camp ooo
Everyone......Wey am? Where she dey? Which one? That one?
Chic....Yes, that tall one wey dey shake nyash so..
First guy.....She tall ooo
Second guy...Yes oo, This is my specs..
Me............Na everybody be your specs when u don drink

everybody laughs.......

Me..........But she no fine oo, how she come take win (and to think that i dont see very well in the dark cos of my spectacles. i wonder how i saw her facial look)
Chic........Argh argh, she try now, how u go talk like that, u no see her hieght?
Second Guy..Omo make i pursue am see whether i fit toast am...
Chic....sidon jo, na ur type? person wey all the ZI and Camp director dey pursue
Me......already..?
Chic.....Yes now
Me.......Na wao, who know whether na wetin make am win be that sef (see bad belle o)Chic.....but to talk true, na she fine pass all the other girls dem. People no too compete like that. Dem dey shame
Second guy..Wo, leave matter jo. Eh hen, Chic, wey that your room mate wey u wan arrange for me sef, i wan do wetin this useless boys(me and the other) don do for camp too. How i go carry full tank come camp, carry full tank go again.....

The night eventually drifts away.......

Anyway, the moral of the story is sometimes we sit down and judge other people even when we dont know them. In this case, i never even saw her b4 or even heard about her but i just said something out of the top of my head. That was bad.

The funny thing is that same girl, i met like 4 years later(i had no idea she was the one) and that is the same person i am planning on settling with (Chweety)

What an irony....or is it?

Apologies...........

Sorry guys. I know I haven’t been faithful to you all with regular update to my blog and even visiting and leaving comments in yours. I have just been lazy for the past weeks. Forgive me. Thank you to Ugo, Manda, Princessa, Nikkisab and all others who kept calling and reminding me to update my blog. The fact was there was not really much to blog about. Inspiration left me for a while. Don’t even know if its back. I guess all bloggers and writers pass through this phase once in a while.

Anyway, nothing much has been happening. Same ol’ same ol’. My work is still there, my family, my friends, my leisure activities haven’t changed much, Chweety is still there, and Titi is still there too (I haven’t changed her yet oo, the love is too much between us).

I visited Ghana for the holidays. Nice place to visit if you have your money. The revalued currency has really helped them. 1 US Dollar to 0.95 Cedis. They’ve got beautiful roads, clean streets, lovely beaches and beautiful ladies. What they say about Ghanaian girls and stature is 100% correct. They are heavily “endowed”. Their “IRUKA” and “AZUKA” is something else. It took me a while to get used to not starring. There are sooooo many Nigerians there either for business, pleasure or live there. Infact at a time I was thinking we actually outnumber them. They are quiet fun loving people and a much laid back unlike Naija people. Some say they are just lazy but I won’t totally buy that. An average Ghanaian might find it hard to fit and live in Lagos and Port Harcourt but maybe not Abuja or Akure. They take there time in doing everything. In all the food joints I visited (and believe me, they have like a million place to eat), it took an average of 1 hour for my order to appear. The other customers did not bother of course but me and my guys where always so impatient. No be our fault o, it’s just that a hungry man is an angry man. Then another thing was the food; apart from chicken, chips and burger, i could not eat there local food. Everything looked different from their name. Anyway i would post a couple of pics I took later or maybe would do that on my facebook. Here is a link to some of them anyway including videos http://picasaweb.google.com/maxifish/Ghana

Sweet Daddy D

Peanut and Jeff # 2

Desultory Thoughts…….

I feel like blogging but don’t know what to blog about, so I would just keep typing anything that comes to my head.

Ø I’m finally back in the office after over 14 months of being in a client’s site. The atmosphere is so much different. I almost forgot what it felt like. Now all I have to do is wait for another project to go on while using the break to develop myself better in other to deliver high performance to the next client. Fluffs……

Ø Oh, I almost forgot, I got promoted effective September. You know what that means..? More is expected of/from me and I also have to show I deserve to be where they put me.

Ø “Titi” (my jalopy) is really showing me pepper. I can’t wait to get rid of her. The other day, I was driving home and I was thinking aloud to my self what name I would give the new car when I get it and “Titi” decided to die on me. I had to beg her oooo. I pleaded and pleaded before she now started and managed to take me home. I am never saying anything bad about her in her face again. Once beaten, twice shy (in this case, 100 times beaten………)

Ø Manchester United is gradually moving up the table. Don’t worry “Reds” fans; we will get to the top gradually. We just have to beat Chelsea on Sunday. By the way I have the new home and away jersey with my name on it…..Awesome!!!

Ø I hope the luck Yar’Adua brought the nations football team will continue today as our Falcon’s play in the women’s world cup. If they lose, they would be on the next flight back to Naija. Yar’Adua, make ur luck shine today ooo

Ø The original name for this post was “ramblings” but I looked up the meaning on “wordweb” and I found “desultory” as a synonym. I thought it sounded fancier and if I used it, readers’ would think my English was out of this world.

Ø The link to the pictures I took in the US. I spent most times taking the pics, I forgot I had to be in it. http://picasaweb.google.com/maxifish/Americana

Well, I just ran out of ideas on what else to write. I guess this will do for now. I’ll just have to go visit other blogs to make comments. Oops…I forgot I have a whole lot of CBT’s(Computer Based Training) to do. I guess I have to do the comments later.

The Last 4 weeks......

It has taking me more than 2 weeks just to come up with this lame post.

It was supposed to be a poem of some sort.

It was supposed to talk about all i did in the United States for the last 4 weeks - the training, the friends i met, the food (omo, naija food sweet o), the new cultures i understood, the loooooong hours of flight(i hate flying), the humongous pizza i consumed (i am not crazy about pizza's too), the long walks in the shopping mall (i hate shopping), the different american english accents i observed, the beautiful places i saw, the skyscrappers, the $23 haircut, the happiness Americans derive from getting drunk (trust me its some kind of sport or hobby), the air and water show in Chicago, the tours and visits to Chicago Street pubs, The jamaican bar in LA (Forbidden City), CNN headquarters, Olympic Park and the CocaCola Company in Atlanta (they bottled a special bottle for me, i even brought the bottle back to naija), the Tour to Seaworld in San Diego (Never entering a roller coaster in my life again, Never....), the walk on Hollywood boulevard, visit to the Universal studios(city), the beach, beverly hills and Bel Air, my first train ride ( i enter subway too), the Limo rides, the beautiful cars i saw (even pimped out rides), the shopping, the weather (during summer, 8pm is like 12 noon) and a whole lot of other stuffs.After that i was now supposed to say how much i missed Naija, my job (i cant believe i am saying this) and most especially my lady love; CHWEETY.

Well, i guess thats all for now and with all the excitements i forgot about Charles Memorial (http://an-ibo-dudes-corner.blogspot.com/2006/09/if-i-die-today.html) So painful.

A night in Chicago.........

(A) Arriving in a Limo

(B) Dont even know the name of this sports car but i'm loving it

(C) Me, Marion, Dave and Matt (Team 1, Section 3)

(D) Chicago Skyscrappers

(E) Bella Bacino's Pizza. The biggest and best pizza in Chicago

(F) "Shenanigans"- Chicago hotspot

Tokunbo Post......

Correct me if i'm wrong but i think "Tokunbo" means "made or born away from home" or "something from abroad" abi?. If thats the case, then this is the first post on my blog out of Naija. yipeeeeeee.

I really dont have much to write about. Actually i do have things to write but not co-rodinated enough to do so. The training here is something else. Its not as if its hard sha oo, its just that my head don dey block small small. i think its cos of old age and the fact that i have not been in a learning environment like this in like 7 years. Infact since i left university. Come see as small small children dey carry me shine. Before them even ask question, dem don answer. Na wa ooo. But all in all i think i am enjoying it sha, atleast i am trying to. I have been waiting for this training since i joined my firm but it hasn't been easy.

Some highpoints of my trip and my stay here in St charles (some of it anyway)...:

• I have had to battle anxiety (all the time i was waiting to come down here)

• My job satisfaction
  
• Embassy and visa wahala
  
• 14 hours of sitting during my flight down here and 4 hours wait at the airport. and to think that i hate flying. even the 1 hour flights to abuja na problem for me
  
• Immigration wahala (1.even the dog at Schiphol Airport wey dey catch drug dealers smell me out, they had to take me to a special room for searching, can u imagine? 2. the US immigration guys no even send me, i stood in front of him like over a minute and he ignored me and was talking to his colleague, i felt like punching him)
  
• There is soooooooooo much food here. I'm sure its part of the plan of the training facilitators to make us fat finish before we leave. na so so meat i dey eat cos the other food no jell for my body. (bush man abi?).
  
• I could not sleep in the first 48 hours i came here. arrived here 12pm on sunday the 12th, first time i closed my eyes was on early hours of 14th, Tuesday and i could not even sleep on the plane sef, so its even longer than the 48 hours
  
• I think say i sabi speak english before, omo, nothing oooo
  
• Their beer aint that bad. infact its better than i expected. but when u check the cost price it aint worth it.i don spend like $40-$50 (thats like 6-7k naira) on beer in 2/3 days. one bottle of small heineken na $3 but i prefer to buy the pitcher of $10:50. thats like 4 glasses of beer. I no dey drink alone sha
  
• Nobody wants to dance here, or rather nobody can dance here. all they do is get drunk and make noice and go to bed; strange (all thos oyinbo music videos na fake oooo, na now i know why mostly blacks appear in their videos)
  
• They are really nice people here. they all want to mix but its hard for them cos half the time they cant understand us (me actually). They think i'm from space or something
  
• You cant tell the difference between 12noon and 8pm. the sun still shines (very strange)
  
• And the smell of my fart is strong and really really repulsive (yuurk, maybe its the food and weather)
  

Anyway, will add more stuffs when i can think of them. right now u can enjoy the view of the training facility. thats the pics i posted up there

Any Ideas…?

Hi all

I would like some tips and advice

I need to know about interesting places to visit and wonderful sites to see in Chicago (St Charles), LA and Atlanta. I would be in those cities between 12th August and 6th September. The first two weeks would be in St Charles, Illinois for training. Then I move to LA from the 25th to see my sister. I would leave LA for Atlanta on the 30th to see my other sister and return to Naija by the 6th of September. I don’t think they would have time for me when I get there (cos of work) and I intend to enjoy myself. So any fun place (clubs, beaches, malls, cinema, shows, carnivals e.t.c) would be appreciated.

And if there are any bloggers reading this and living in those areas, abeg make una come show me road ooo, make I no lost for there.

Anybody in blogville in those areas? Holla back through my email (maxifish@gmail.com)

Is it Really Worth it.......?

Ever wondered how hard we work to fill our life with luxuries that we hardly have time to enjoy.

LOOK AT IT THIS WAY... The luxury Cars, Toyotas, Land Cruisers, Rav 4's; Mercedes that are parked 8 hours (on the average) driven 40 min to the office and 40 minutes back home 5 days out 7 (i.e. 6 out of 168 hours in a week)....(except for those who stay in lasgigi of course)

And whilst we sit on a not-so-comfortable chair in a small room called an office your Mansion lies idle with only the House Girl enjoying herself to the 'bacon and egg breakfast' (or maybe ogi and moimoi) relaxing on that very expensive leather sofa that we only sit on when we get home...

and being so tired we just doze off to sleep anyway.

When tired of work she takes a break turns on the Plasma TV and spoil herself with the fully subscribed DSTV (or HiTv), of course if she feels bored she can always turn on that brand name Hifi and swing a bit...

And whilst all that is happening where are you?...you are eating a cheap take away lunch (fries from TFC or Mr Biggs) everyday and oh by the way there is no breakfast really, because it's just a cup of tea a few slices of bread probably with some left-overs from yesterday's supper (for the fortunate few).

Every moment you pray that it could just get to 5pm so that you can drive home and join... the House Girl!! (Poor you!). So this is your miserable lot for the rest of your working life... by the time you retire you'll have no pleasure in them anymore. By now your children would have joined in the Rat Race of finding a good job working very hard and never enjoying the fruits of their labours... its all vanity

isn't it?

SO MY QUESTION IS... WHO IS ENJOYING THE FRUITS OF YOUR LABOUR BETTER...


YOU OR YOUR HOUSE GIRL?


(ok, ok, i admit, its not original but it was a damn good read....lol)

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Keep Your Promises...........

Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful Queen with voluptuous breasts.

Nick the Dragon Slayer obsessed over the Queen for this reason. He knew that the penalty for his desire would be death should he try to touch them, but he had to try. One day Nick revealed his secret desire to his colleague, Horatio the Physician, the King's chief doctor. Horatio thought about this and said that he could arrange for Nick to more than satisfy his desire, but it would cost him 1,000 gold coins to arrange it. Without pause Nick readily agreed to the scheme.

The next day, Horatio made a batch of itching powder and poured a little bit into the Queen's brassiere while she bathed. Soon after she dressed, the itching commenced and grew intense. Upon being summoned to the Royal Chambers to address this incident, Horatio informed the King and Queen that only a special saliva, if applied for four hours, would cure this type of itch, and that tests had shown that only the saliva of Nick would work as the antidote to cure the itch.The King quickly summoned Nick. Horatio then slipped Nick the antidote for the itching powder, which he put into his mouth, and for the next four hours, Nick worked passionately on the Queen's voluptuous and magnificent breasts.

The Queen's itching was eventually relieved, and Nick left satisfied and hailed as a hero. Upon returning to his chamber, Nick found Horatio demanding his payment of 1,000 gold coins. With his obsession now satisfied, Nick couldn't have cared less and, knowing that Horatio could never report this matter to the King, andwith a laugh told him to get lost.

The next day, Horatio slipped a massive dose of the same itching powder into the King's underwear. The King immediately summoned Nick and................


USE UR CHURCH MIND TO CONCLUDE THE STORY.

Red Devils...........

This is the new Manchester United Jersey for 2007/2008 season....

The one our boys would be wearing to win a treble again like in '99....

The one to make us invincible and champions of England and Europe once again.....

The one Hargreaves, Ronaldo, Anderson and Nani would be wearing for the next 12 months atleast...

The one Jersey Mourinho will hate forever cos here is where his magic ends.....

The one Jersey, Eto'O would wish he was wearing......

The one Jersey, Torres would wish he was wearing.......

Manchester United, The one club, the greats wish they all played for

Manchester United, The best club in the world

WE ARE THE CHAMPIONSS OF THE WORLDDDD!!!!!!!!!

“Rainmaker....”

“Rainmaker” is described by WordWeb as an “American Indian medicine man who attempt to make it rain”.

As much as I agree with the “…making the rain” part, I don’t think it’s entirely true when they say its an “American Indian medicine man…”

I just returned from my home town for my elder brothers wedding and as much as there were loads of fun and experience (for my own turn at least), I was really captivated by the “rainmaker” we hired. Its important to hire one for occasions during the raining seasons if you don’t want rain to mess it up.

The “rainmaker” was not an American Indian but a sickly looking old lady. She looked so fragile and her speeches were at best, uncoordinated. I think she must have had downs syndrome or something when she was a baby. She could pass for a beggar or a destitute or something. However don’t let the looks confuse you, she is a god; a rain god at least. She decides when it would rain and when it won’t. She can talk to the clouds and the rains move to another town or venue. And here’s the fun part, if she gets angry, then thunderstorm will follow. On Friday night, during the Bach Eve, someone mistook her for a mad woman and called her names when she came close to the person and in a matter of seconds, maybe a minute or so, it started raining heavily. No one knew what happened. We looked for her everywhere but did not find her. Initially we were too drunk to notice the rain but the thing hammer us so tey the drink commot for our eyes. We eventually found her and she told her story. We had to give her 1000 naira and Kolanuts to appease her and it was clear skies again.

I started investigating (as Sherlock Holmes wey I be) about rainmakers generally and i heard its hereditary. No one can learn the trade. Its inborn, passed from generation to generation. The person either accepts it or become useless for the rest of their lives. They charge about 3000 naira for any occasion. I don’t think that can hold them all through the year. They cant do any other thing apart from talk to the rains and the clouds. It’s a nice power to have but I wonder what the rainmakers usually do during the dry seasons. Just curious.

A Few Of Miii......

I just had to post a few of the pics i appeared in. sorry i will be a way for a week or so, so i wont respond to comments or update my blog till next week. i have ACCA exams to write. See u guys when i get back. cheers and thanks for all your comment. By the way, thats me; the man with the goggles with t eh blue t-shirt and 53 on the breast pocket.

the pics i promised....

http://picasaweb.google.com/maxifish/ObiSBash

......the link to the pics for my birthday. its not all sha, will add more later

enjoy

Mi Buffday (Part 2)...................

It was my birthday yesterday the 29th of May. I finally hit the big Three Zero. Someone asked me how I felt and I said it felt like the new “20”. You know when you were still a teen and u could not wait till u get to 20 so people would stop calling you a teenager and start calling you an adult. I guess that’s how I felt.

Well, I just invited some friends over to a joint in Anthony Village (Hot Mortars) and we had a few drinks and of course Isi-ewu and Nkwobi and the likes. Before I knew it, it turned into a full scale party. People started dancing and the DJ (he was dry though) started pumping some sounds. I could not believe it. I guess people just generally had fun and I was glad I was the architect of their fun. I was happy that I made others happy. People really did enjoy themselves

However, two things happened that almost entirely wiped out the smile from my face. First was the bill. Lets just say that for the next few weeks, na only garri I go dey drink oo. Second, was Titi. That’s the name of my jalopy. It’s an ’89 Toyota Corolla and can you imagine, she could not take me home after all the love and care I have been showering on her in the last 3 years. She had to die in the middle of the road. I just left her there and went home and this was like past 10pm. It was so painful. Thank God I reach house safely sha.

Anyway I would keep you guys posted and post a couple of picks before the week runs out. Sorry I could not invite u all cos I did not really plan it and I also knew most of you are not even in the country, let alone Lagos so you won’t have made it. All the same, I know I should have told you all

Cheers

Kids......

Some did not think this pics were funny; that did not stop me from laughing my head off anyway, especially the last one.

Chemistry 101.....

….What happens when u rapidly cool a hot burning metal?

I heard this line in the fantastic four movie (crappy film) and I have been asking around (my colleagues at least) for the name of that chemical reaction (?) but no one sees to know. I actually wanted to use that name as the topic of my post but too bad, I guess “chemistry 101” would suffice.

Anyway, I can’t really remember my chemistry lessons but I think if u rapidly cool a burning hot metal, it becomes brittle or break or hardened or something like that (please remind me).

For a minute I was a hot burning metal, full of life, jokes, humour and revving it up and then the next I was rapidly cooled. Now don’t ask me what happened cos I won’t tell but that single action almost broke me. Thank God I am not really a metal. I have been “hardened” in the last few days, rarely smiling, not even mixing or hanging out, working my arse off and staying late in the office. As much as I want to be the hot burning metal right now, I think we (maybe just me) all need to be the “hardened” (or is it “rapidly cooled hot metal”) once in a while.

Its worse when u don’t have anyone to talk to and the one person u can talk to is the culprit. Wish I had someone to talk to right now. An advice..? Have more friends who care about you so they can help you go through the “hardened” process.

Now I really wish I was Wolverine so I can heal faster..

I want more....

As much as this picture is supposed to be a joke, it also has great meanings to life and situations we find ourselves in.

The baby on the right is crying (howbeit innocently) for a "fuller" breast which his(her) mom apparently dont have. It dont matter to him(her) that he(she) is probably getting the same or maybe more nutrients from the milk flowing from his(her) moms tities like the other baby's mom with the fuller tits.

To the crying baby, "the bigger the better";

To me, "a breast in hand is worth more than two in another bra"-(my quote)

lol...

(in all situations, always look for opportunities to excel)

Glory Glory Man Unitedddd...............

Up Manchester United!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We won the Premiership for the 9th time with two games to go

I have to give it to Chelsea for putting up a good fight

This season has been a case of Man Utd Improving than Chelsea declining. People say Chelsea lost the title cos they are fading, i dont buy that idea, i think Man U simply improved from the last 2 seasons. Despite Mourinho's antics and his technical ability, despite loosing to Arsenal home and away, despite all injury worries, despite rooneys dip in form, despite no Ruud, we still came out tops

We are the Champions!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Best Man......

My Elder Bro is getting married in about 5 weeks time. Too most of you reading this, i know it dont concern you but i had to post it on my blog for a reason.

Mr bro, T is Xtian and Ibo from Imo State while S (his wife to be) is a muslim from Auchi in Edo State. Now some years back, this union would have been frowned upon in many families (even mine, maybe). It was not that easy anyway, i would assure you, but i guess it all boils down to the couples and maybe a bit of understanding from the families.

Inter-religious marriages are not easily acceptable as much as inter-tribal marriages. The later seems to be more common these days anyway. I'll have to give it to S and her family for their compromise cos it was not easy. She decided to convert to a xtian and the family, reluctantly i must emphasise, have agreed so. All in all, they would be getting married in June 9th (at Auchi) and 16th (Urualla, my home town). I'm really excited, cant wait for it, maybe cos i am the best man (my first) and cos my entire family would be together for the first time since December, 1992 when we lost our dad.

Thank God its not mourning that brought us together this time. S, we cant wait to have you in our family. Below is the link to their wedding website for those who want to know more. I know u dont know them but you could just sign the guest book for the fun of it.

Cheers

http://emekatonyandseki.weddings.com

Your Friends would get u out of problems.....

30 days later…..

Well, it’s actually a month a day since I last posted anything on this blog (did I hear an applause….oh, sorry it’s my palm against my cheek trying to kill a mosquito)

I never really thought having a blog (and updating it regularly) would be such hard work. Seriously I thought the hardest thing to be in the world was to be a Business Process Re-engineering Consultant (fluffs!!!). Sounds hard abi? But I would choose that any day, anytime, any where to updating a blog.

I think I kind of got confused along the line especially when I started reading other blogs. There were so many style of content. Most (like 95%) talked about intimate things; their boyfriends, their girlfriends, their parents, their one night stands, their sex life, their love life, the wild night outs, their pain (which is ok), their fears about relationships, the “new guy who winked at them”, the “new toasters”, and all such. I had no problem reading them; to me they were nice stories. But being a very shy person (and worse, a recluse) I did not think I could tow that line. As much as I know I have the most amazing lady in my life and we do have wonderful moments together (apart from when we r at each others throat), I don’t think I would be too comfortable talking about her. She wants me too anyway but Chweety, (that’s the name I call her), here’s your 5 seconds of fame. I hope I tried this time.

I can’t also talk about my work. Its hard enough doing it let alone talking about it. Then my social life, same thing always; hang out Fridays, go to club, get home next morning, sleep all through or read or go to cinema, go to church, cut my hair, then back to work on Monday.

You see? So talking about myself would make this blog really drab (as if it aint already)

So, please I am seeking your advice and comments on what (or who..lol) to write about

I dey wait ooooooooooooo

Why "we" are still single (some of us anyway)

I was in abuja this week and i visited Amigos stores. As i was shopping i selected:

• 6 tins of milk,
• A crate of eggs,
• A pack orange juice,
• A packet of smoked chicken
• A bottle of wine

As I was unloading my items on the conveyor belt to check out, a drunk standing behind me watched as I placed the items in front of the cashier. While the cashier was ringing up the purchases, the drunk calmly stated, "You must be single." I was a bit startled by this proclamation, but I was intrigued by the derelict's intuition, since I was indeed single. I looked at the six items on the belt and saw nothing particularly unusual about my selections that could have tipped off the drunk to my marital status. Curiosity getting the better of me, I said: "Well, you know what, you're absolutely right. But how on earth did you know that?"

The drunk replied, "Cause you're ugly."

(if u believe this, u would believe anything)

What a week!!!!!!!

Mennnnnnnnnn, e no easy ooo
Work wan kill me o
This last few weeks have been hectic
Traffic has been crazy in lasgigi in the last few days and coupled with the fact that i leave the office very late(not later than some people i know sha....they know themselves), i feel like taking a break.

Yes o, a well deserved break. All this waking up by 4:30am, getting dressed by 5:15am, leaving the house by 5:20am, picking up colleagues on the way and getting to church for morning mass by 6:00am and all that aint helping me at all. Its now a routine. I have managed to turn myself into a robot. Those who havent seen me in a while, make una no fear when una see me o. Some say i have lost weight, others say i have grown fatter, others are indifferent. If u ask me, i just feel they just have to say something. Right now i am in the office and its 7:23pm on a friday. No sign of leaving anytime soon. My paddies are either at "IMB" or "Angies" waiting for me (havent called them yet), Chweety is at the cinema waiting for me (bet she is angry), my elder sister is in town and i need to see her b4 she leaves first thing tomorrow morning and i havent seen my mom in days. Sometimes i wish there were 5 of me.

Anyway lest i bore u all out of your skin, i want to thank fya-dancer.blogspot and loveanaija.blogspot for their comments. Your sites rock. I visited their blog and i was ashamed of myself. If you all need to read exciting blogs, those are the ones you should visit always. But for those who still want to be annoyed by my dry gist, keep visiting.

Cheers all

Should i visit Ghana?

All I wanted was a smile…………

Its funny how much “little” things can mean a lot. I usually get forwarded mails about these stuffs but I just forward them and never really think about it. “Little” things really do matter. Things as small as a smile. It could be small but it does go a long way. I had a shitty day yesterday, it was sooo stressful but thank God it finally came to an end. All I wanted was a smile from someone to lift my day (or night rather). I never got it. I asked for it but still did not get it. This morning, same story. Well the day has started, I hope it won’t be like yesterday and I sure hope it ends better than it did yesterday.

I will try and wear a smile (no matter how fake), I never know who I could be helping out by doing so. And if you are reading this right now, please try and wear a smile. You never know, you could be making someone’s day.

Smile