Tuesday, 25 August 2015
Friday, 14 August 2015
Awwww....this man is so annoying and frustrating. I'm in class having a lecture, at least that's what I thought I came here for. What this lecturer is doing is telling us stories of cultists whose spirit travel out of their bodies while they were asleep... Abeg wetin concern agbero with overload???
Some lecturers don't actually know how to teach. They just come to class, mention topics you're supposed to go learn yourself, scare you with how tough their exam questions will be and tell irrelevant stories....
So I'm making a vow to myself....
When I become a lecturer, my students are going to love me (at least I'm hoping no one would blog in my class, like I'm doing now). I'm going to try to impact knowledge in them, not just to pass exams but to apply such knowledge in day-to-day life. So future students, watch out for moi!!!
Tuesday, 11 August 2015
Friday, 7 August 2015
I hate it when people clearly don't want to give you assistance, help or positive response and when they finally do, they make you feel bad about it or make you know they never wanted to do it in the first place... And I wonder, why not just say 'NO' and get it over with!
Almost everyone does this in one situation or the other.
For example in class today, a student was received a phone call and I think he was told his attention was needed elsewhere. He stood up, walked to the lecturer and quietly and politely told him he had to leave... The lecturer was quiet for sometime... And then said... 'well, if you feel that's more important than this class, you can go'...like seriously??? Why make him feel bad about it?
In another situation, a lecturer came to teach when time for classes was already over and just as we were complaining of being tired, he said 'well it's not by force, you can go. I'll still teach even if it's just two students left'
This second instance isn't really about a 'yes or no response'....But I guess the point I'm trying to make is that I just hate impolite responses so so much.
Ummm....I just reread this post and I think it's a little confusing and probably makes no sense. I guess it's either because I'm tired since I just finished from class, or probably cos I'm so tired after overfeeding myself this morning....
Okay I'm going to stop typing now and post this ....
Wednesday, 5 August 2015
I had left class and was on my way to make a photocopy of an handout when i suddenly heard a loud shout and heavy footsteps thumping behind me. I turned and there was this huge cow running towards me...I immediately threw my books in all directions and started running for my dear life. My whole life flashed before my eyes, people around me were screaming. I couldn't hear what they were saying and all I could think of was...Is this the end...Oh my! I ran as I have never done in my life. I could hear the cow coming closer and closer and closer... Suddenly, I felt this piercing pain in my chest and realised I couldn't run any longer...I stopped, decided to say my last prayers as I heard the cow's footsteps getting even closer. I fell on my knees and then suddenly....
P.S...this is the part where if you're under 18 you have to stop reading....
Suddenly...the cow raced past me and continued running on its own. At first, I didn't really notice as I felt I was already dead. Until, someone tapped me, I looked up thinking its probably an angel and I'm about to face judgement. When I looked up, it was the Mallam who owned the cow.
"Why you dy run?" he asked me. I stood up and looked around at the people staring at me. That was when I realised the cow was actually running onits own and was being chased by its owners...Silly silly me! I thought to myself and did a walk of shame back to where I had flung my books, praying I find them.
I closed from church around 8 last night and the service was so wonderful that I found myself singing on top of the bike I boarded, I was so happy and blessed by the service and I knew nothing could steal my joy.
During the closing prayer, the man handling the prayer asked us to pray for our journey back home from church. I remember praying that prayer with the mind of, 'its not like anything ever happens sef'. Well, I was wrong.
When the bike I boarded got to my street, we had a collision with another bike coming towards us and before I knew it we were on the ground....nah scratch that, it happened slowly. I saw the other bike coming towards us leave his lane and crossed over to ours, I saw the collision, screamed 'Jesus' as we collided and fell to the floor. As soon as it happened, the two bike men immediately stood up and got into a heated argument about who was wrong or right. Seriously? I thought to myself, they didn't even thank God it wasn't worse or even check for injuries. Next thing I knew, they were about to start a fight. I didn't even know what they were saying since they were speaking their language. Next thing one of them started taking of his trousers! Umm...what's happening I thought to myself and I finally saw it was because he had sustained an injury on his knee. I wondered if I should just slip into the already forming crowd and go home which no one would obviously notice since they'd already forgotten about me. Just as I was about to do just that, someone came up to me and asked if I had any injuries. I looked up and it was my neighbour, I checked and that was when I even noticed I had slight bruises and told him that it was nothing. That was when the others finally noticed my presence and told me to say what happened, which I did and made it sound as if no one was really at fault and that ended the heated argument and one of them asked me if I'd like to be taken to the hospital, I declined and said I was okay. My bikeman decided it was time to continue our journey, which we started but couldn't continue since his bike was damaged. I told him not to worry, that I'd walk the rest of the way home. He declined the money for the fare and I gladly walked back home singing....yeah nothing was gonna steal my joy.
The last time I fell seriously ill, I think I was probably 9 or 10 and I don't even remember what it felt like. So, when I fell ill last week, all the memories came rushing back. At first I tried ignoring the pains and felt it would be nothing serious and would soon pass. but as the days passed, it became serious and before I knew it, I was at the hospital. At first, I was bitter about the whole stuff, I mean, why would God allow me "His favorite" to fall ill? I felt betrayed. Then I looked around while I was in the waiting room, waiting to see the doctor, I saw a man who was halfway gone...he couldn't move a muscle, couldn't even keep his eyes closed or open, he was just lying on the stretcher drooling. As if that wasn't enough I saw a group of people who were receiving lectures on living with HIV since they were all infected. There were sick people around me who couldn't even move on their own, had to be placed on a wheel chair, others didn't even have enough money to pay their bills and here I was complaining. I felt so bad, I was having slight malaria and typhoid which I could not remember the last time that happened to me and I was thinking I was in a bad condition. To make matters worse, when I was admitted for observation, I saw some others who were in far worse condition and I think someone even died before I was discharged later that evening...
I learnt a lesson that week, to be grateful because in whatever situation I find myself I'm better off and also, that position or situation is actually someone else's prayer point....
Saturday, 4 July 2015
Friday, 19 June 2015
Lmao I was almost duped today. I went to get a phone at Robinson Plaza for a friend. Having had lots of experiences with these dudes who accost you on the way and escort you to the store only to end up extorting lots of money from you in the name of installation, I was prepared for them. When they came towards me, I simply ignored them. One asked if I wanted to buy a phone or any other gadget, saying he knew the right store to take me to. Another said I shouldn't think he's trying to dupe me or anything, he said he's only offering to help so I wouldn't be cheated…yeah right.
Anyways, after a little search, I finally decided on the phone I wanted. While I was paying the seller, one of the guys who followed me to the store said when I'm done I should come with him so he'd help me do the warranty. Wow, I thought to myself, that's a new one. Usually the words they use were, I'll help you configure it, or I'll install some apps for you so you could enjoy your phone very well. This warranty was a new one and I simply smiled. As I handed the money over to the sales girl, she pinched my handed a little which was a warning not to go with the guy. I smiled my thanks and got out of the store. Outside, the guy said come on lemme take you to my store and lets do the warranty for you. My curiosity got the better part of me and I followed him.
At his store, he gave the new phone to his friend and they gave me a chair to sit. I quickly asked how much he's going to charge me. He tried avoiding the question by saying there was no fixed price. I insisted on him telling me the amount until he finally said 400-800 naira only.
I gave him back the phone and he connected it to his laptop. Copied my imei number and showed me a message that read…warranty successfully installed. He gave me back my phone and told me my money was 2500. I burst into laughter and told him what about the 400 naira he told me. He said how could he do that kind of job for a mere 400 naira, and asked if I knew how much they've just deducted from his account? Smiling I said how much. He hissed and said if I didn't want to pay I could go. Smiling I said okay, picked up my bag and started leaving. His friend chased me down and said I shouldn't leave. That if I did, he had the serial number of my phone and could do anything to it that would make the phone useless and I'd eventually come back to beg him. I looked at them and wondered if these guys actually thought I was that stupid…I walked back to the store and the other guy was like "who called you back? You would have left now and I would have seen how you would have used your phone' smiling, I brought out a thousand naira, gave it to him. He looked at me angrily and asked if I thought he was a beggar that I was giving him just 1k. and that's when my "serious face" face came on and I told him he couldn't do jack to my phone cos as soon as I walked out of here I was going to change the imei number as soon as I got a simcard and hence what he had would be useless. Shocked at what I said he tried covering up by saying I don't know what I'm talking about and if I wasn't scared I should go and then I would see what would happen to my phone next. I smiled again, walked to the next store, bought a glo simcard and changed the imei of my phone under three minutes while they all gaped at me…then I walked back to them removed my sunglasses, looked into each of their eyes and said, if you try anything funny to this phone, it would be the last time you'd step into this plaza alive, I've got your life serial number with me. I put my sunglasses back on like a boss and walked out of the store confidently praying deep within that none of the mean looking guys would try to stop me
Wednesday, 17 June 2015
I think I've discovered my passion!!! I think I'm going to go into carpentry...So last week the curtains in the sitting room at home was changed. Everyone hated the new one cos we couldn't see any difference between the old one and the new one. ..When my dad inspected them, he decided the method the guy used in hanging the curtains should be changed and the curtains should be shifted higher... And of course there's no one who would have to do that except me...
So this morning I got out my hammer (not mine anyway, but it sounds better that way), and got me some nails and got to work... now my ears hurt, my hands hurt I think I hit it a few times... But when I was done and I stepped back and took a good look at my work.... All the pain vanished. I was so proud of my achievement...
Sooo...I think I'm going into carpentry. Hence if you need anything done that has to do with nails, wood and hammer... you know who to call. I promise I won't charge much.