Thursday 28 May 2015
Diary of Mz-Goldie (Episode2)
Its been a minute... Or a bit more than that. Lol
My time says its 9:46pm but clearly my eyes don't agree with it because there are no signs of its intention to shut down.
So I decided to listen to something. Scanning through my files and trying to make a decision on one audio out of a trillion audios in my device was as tedious as picking the 'right' outfit for that occasion that you know your silent rival would attend. (Shout out to my diva ladies out there!)
Eventually I picked a message on consecration by the former Chaplain of Covenant University. Oh I haven't told you? Let me tell you. I'm a member of Living Faith Church. No, that's a gross understatement. I'm a devoted adherent of LFC. My association to them has contributed largely to who I am today. Back to the message, he shared a lot of deep insights but a particular story struck me. It was about the Chinese bamboo.
The Chinese bamboo in his account is a tree that does not grow beyond 4ft in its first 4years of existence but in its fifth year it sky rockets to...wait for it...here it comes...90 feets!!! Youre aware I didn't write 9feet or 19 feets right? That's an incredible story if I've ever heard one!
Brooding over this story caused me to arrive at a conclusion. Dont look down on yourself because of your present level in life; tomorrow holds a shocker for you if you could just keep keeping on. Anyone gazing at the Chinese bamboo within its first four years who didn't have prior knowledge of its potentials would despise it and look down on it. Worse still, the Chinese bamboo itself might have also been depressed about its crawling growth. It might have even concluded it won't amount to much. However, unknown to them within that 4feet plant was a 90feet potential. All it needed was time and persistence.
Thus Mz Goldie is saying to you and herself, keep keeping on because tomorrow holds a 90feet increase for ya!
Aii, that's all for tonight. Sleep well good readers.
Tuesday 26 May 2015
Mz Goldie's Fiction (Continuation; He is a Boy) part2
Despite this observable flaw, Jeffrey was still a man with strong values. He had strict moral boundaries which he didn't cross. He was so rigid about his values that he was nicknamed 'okwute' by his notorious friends who found it almost impossible to influence him. Okwute is the word used to describe a stone in his ibo native language. Being the first child and the only son from a below average home meant that he had always known he had to be responsible. It was inculcated in him early enough that a lot of lives were counting on his success.
Life was as it were a ghetto where he fought and won each battle per time. He was sure that tomorrow held prosperity for him, he'd be extremely wealthy and have the most beautiful girl in the globe. He had already overcome the challenge called Tertiary institution, from the notorious Lagos State University. He had also conquered the battle called securing a Job. Not his dream job. Certainly not. But a Job all the same.
Jeffrey worked so hard at the private establishment he worked that he was made the Operations Manager in a matter of months yet his monthly net pay was a subject of ridicule amongst his friends. Speaking of his salary during one of their hangouts, his friend Tunde-Young Money said, " money wey no reach me jaye for one night na wetin okwuta dey kill himself for one month". Nonetheless, Jeffrey being who he was could not be swayed otherwise.
Up to the time he met Cynthia.
(To be continued...)
Life was as it were a ghetto where he fought and won each battle per time. He was sure that tomorrow held prosperity for him, he'd be extremely wealthy and have the most beautiful girl in the globe. He had already overcome the challenge called Tertiary institution, from the notorious Lagos State University. He had also conquered the battle called securing a Job. Not his dream job. Certainly not. But a Job all the same.
Jeffrey worked so hard at the private establishment he worked that he was made the Operations Manager in a matter of months yet his monthly net pay was a subject of ridicule amongst his friends. Speaking of his salary during one of their hangouts, his friend Tunde-Young Money said, " money wey no reach me jaye for one night na wetin okwuta dey kill himself for one month". Nonetheless, Jeffrey being who he was could not be swayed otherwise.
Up to the time he met Cynthia.
(To be continued...)
Monday 25 May 2015
Mz Goldie's Fiction. (Title: He is a Boy) Part1
He is a boy, she is a girl...
I'm sure you're pretty certain where this is going. *smiling* but don't be so sure.
They meet. They talk. They smile. They laugh. And the rest is obivious.
Now fast forward 5months into the relationship and the story gets a bit twisted.
Who would have known that life could be this cruel thought Jeffry as he walked the golden brown streets of Surulere. It seemed like just yesterday when the only care he had in this life was to make money and get a beautiful girl.
"No be me go kill you, idiot" the blast of the horn and human screams jogged him back to the present. With a sigh he crossed to the other side of the road with his head hanging low. The hopeless look her face wore the last time he saw her haunted his mind. Her words, "don't leave me to die" echoed loudly in his head.
Jeffrey a young man living in the heart of the most populated city in Nigeria had dreams similar to most guys his age. But unlike them he had the passion and zeal to pursue it. He had an inner strength and courage that many found intimidating. Very little barriers could actually hinder him from getting whatever he wanted to get. He did anything that needed to be done. Anything. He believed in the saying that the end justifies the means.
This fearless quality in him had always meant he hung around the wrong set of people. They always seemed attracted to him. Not that he was particularly happy about this but he had come to accept it. Also the fact that the good guys found him intimidating didn't help matters, because they stayed away from him. His mother observed this tragedy in his early teenage years and warned him sternly that people judge you by the company you keep. Or in Jeffrey's case the company that keeps you.
(To be continued...)
I'm sure you're pretty certain where this is going. *smiling* but don't be so sure.
They meet. They talk. They smile. They laugh. And the rest is obivious.
Now fast forward 5months into the relationship and the story gets a bit twisted.
Who would have known that life could be this cruel thought Jeffry as he walked the golden brown streets of Surulere. It seemed like just yesterday when the only care he had in this life was to make money and get a beautiful girl.
"No be me go kill you, idiot" the blast of the horn and human screams jogged him back to the present. With a sigh he crossed to the other side of the road with his head hanging low. The hopeless look her face wore the last time he saw her haunted his mind. Her words, "don't leave me to die" echoed loudly in his head.
Jeffrey a young man living in the heart of the most populated city in Nigeria had dreams similar to most guys his age. But unlike them he had the passion and zeal to pursue it. He had an inner strength and courage that many found intimidating. Very little barriers could actually hinder him from getting whatever he wanted to get. He did anything that needed to be done. Anything. He believed in the saying that the end justifies the means.
This fearless quality in him had always meant he hung around the wrong set of people. They always seemed attracted to him. Not that he was particularly happy about this but he had come to accept it. Also the fact that the good guys found him intimidating didn't help matters, because they stayed away from him. His mother observed this tragedy in his early teenage years and warned him sternly that people judge you by the company you keep. Or in Jeffrey's case the company that keeps you.
(To be continued...)
Friday 22 May 2015
Diary of Mz-Goldie (Episode1)
ERM.... Okay
This is the aspect of my blog where I give you highlights and climaxes of my day. You also get to peer into my mind and share my sentiments on certain issues.
Hmmm.... Let's see...
Today was mundane and normal. The usual activities associated with waking up daily. Then an opportunity presented itself for a bit of excitement, it was a call. A call that meant I was to journey to the next state for a burial. No that sounded wrong and cruel, so let me state now that the burial was of an old lady, very very old. 97yrs to be precise.
So I fell into the ceremony about 2hrs late, literally fell in because of the tremendous stress I went through to get there. *sighs* But that was it. That was the last I remembered of the stress though because reconnecting with family, eating like 7 dishes in an hour and basking in good music just wiped the struggle from my memory completely. Kind of made me think of how pregnant women go through pain equivalent to having your nails ripped out of your flesh and yet forget about it all the second they catch a glimpse of their bundles of joy.
The highlight of this event to me was actually at the end, I was already taking my exit when I noticed another band playing at a distance. They attracted such a large crowd of passersby and bike men. So my curiosity was pricked. However the closer I got to the band the more I realized that the attention was not directed at the musicians...it was their dancers.
Have u ever accused a lady of being scantily dressed??? Well, that's because you haven't seen these two ladies. My mouth fell open as I shamelessly stared at them. Their outfit left absolutely nothing to the imagination. I immediately felt alot of empathy for those innocent unsuspecting men that were just going about their normal business before the devil appeared pretending to be nude dancers. *laughing*
Aii...that's all for tonight. Sleep well good readers.
This is the aspect of my blog where I give you highlights and climaxes of my day. You also get to peer into my mind and share my sentiments on certain issues.
Hmmm.... Let's see...
Today was mundane and normal. The usual activities associated with waking up daily. Then an opportunity presented itself for a bit of excitement, it was a call. A call that meant I was to journey to the next state for a burial. No that sounded wrong and cruel, so let me state now that the burial was of an old lady, very very old. 97yrs to be precise.
So I fell into the ceremony about 2hrs late, literally fell in because of the tremendous stress I went through to get there. *sighs* But that was it. That was the last I remembered of the stress though because reconnecting with family, eating like 7 dishes in an hour and basking in good music just wiped the struggle from my memory completely. Kind of made me think of how pregnant women go through pain equivalent to having your nails ripped out of your flesh and yet forget about it all the second they catch a glimpse of their bundles of joy.
The highlight of this event to me was actually at the end, I was already taking my exit when I noticed another band playing at a distance. They attracted such a large crowd of passersby and bike men. So my curiosity was pricked. However the closer I got to the band the more I realized that the attention was not directed at the musicians...it was their dancers.
Have u ever accused a lady of being scantily dressed??? Well, that's because you haven't seen these two ladies. My mouth fell open as I shamelessly stared at them. Their outfit left absolutely nothing to the imagination. I immediately felt alot of empathy for those innocent unsuspecting men that were just going about their normal business before the devil appeared pretending to be nude dancers. *laughing*
Aii...that's all for tonight. Sleep well good readers.
Thursday 21 May 2015
What Love Means to Me
I know alot of people, (my brothers to be precise) that will cringe at the sight of this topic, but... Too bad!! *smiling*
Before I intimate you on what love means to me, let me know yours... What speaks love to you?
I just realised that not everyone might understand what this 'L' word really means. Okay don't laugh, there are people that are not clear on this issue.
Love is not when he mistakenly pushes you down on the corridor and all your books go flying through the air like a mini tornado then you both smile simultaneously. It is certainly not when you two are drawn to kiss by a certain magical force with the perfect soft music playing in the background.
Love to me is when you catch yourself smiling by yourself because of the memories of a certain someone. It is when you spend a significant part of your day thinking of how to put a smile on that 'someone's' face. Love is when you use the last N500 on you to buy recharge card just to hear that special someone talk about their mundane day. (And yes, I'm gladly guilty).
Now that's mine...what's yours? What speaks love to you...
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