Saturday, September 29, 2018

The 'bride price'

'Daddy how much is our village people bride price?' 😒 😒 I asked.
My mum's antenna ears stood up. She sat up well pretending to be watching TV, you know, Nigerian mother style😂. In her mind now I'm asking for my future husband or an intending one. 🙄🙄🙄
Dad was like,, 'errrmm, no fixed price ọ. But aga e de list(they will write list). Ọ dependiri on what the father wants to collect. Jụọ nụ ụmụ nne gị lu goro dị ego ole nna hà natara (ask your sisters that are married how much their dad collected)'.
Ok.

I stand to leave and he asks, 'why e ji ajụ?(why do you ask?)'
Daddy nothing. Just want to know. Besides I don't like it. Ụna ana ere zi anyị ere?(are you people selling us now) I told him.

He calls me back. 'Bịa ébé, nọrọ ala. (come back here, sit down).
Anyị adịghị ere ùnu, mana ọ omenala., (we are not selling you girls ọ, but it's the tradition). If you don't do it, the ụmụnna will fine the family'.

And I ask again, which ụmụnna? How much did they contribute to my upbringing to demand a price on my head? Abeg abeg this one no follow ọ. Only my immediate family and relatives have that right ọ.
By this time my mum couldn't pretend anymore.
'Bịa ify🤔, enwere onye na abịa nụ? 🤗🤗. (come ify, is there a suitor)'.
She smiles so sweetly.. I ignored her and continued with my dad.
Then she changed tactics.
Mba kwa ọ, ify, don't try it o. Don't ever say such when the time comes ọ. When you are in that room with the ụmụnnas and they are haggling price, better don't open your mouth ọ. I Know why I'm telling you this.
I give her the side eye😒😒😒.
My dad backs her, 'better listen to your mother. That's if you will be in the room sef when they are doing the back and forth. They might just call you finally to ask you some questions when they are done. So you might not be there. It didn't start with you, it's not going to end with you. Ọnwụ omenala adanne. (it's the tradition adanne)'.

I didn't have anything to say, I just knew I didn't like it. My mum still followed me to the room and continued asking. Nne tell me na 😂😂, onwere onye na abịa nụ? 😒 😒

Mummy free me jare. I get work. Oya go do your own.
And she hisses and gives me the side eye 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 before leaving the room.

Talking about it on social media doesn't change anything, because the real people that need to be addressed are not on the Internet, but in the villages, still making rules that benefit them.
Aside the knowledge and new findings one gets from sharing the experiences with this bride price thing, I don't see it's relevance on social media☹️. It's the sad reality.
For me, I'm indifferent about it. But I do hope it is abolished finally. I've read alot of posts on this topic, those for and against the scrapping of it, and I know I wished I could do something more to support my side aside writing about it.

Ps.. The picture below is so me. When I say I want a simple wedding, this is the very humble wedding I mean 🤗🤗☹️.


Tuesday, September 25, 2018

Little Beginnings... Teachers and crushes🤦‍♀️

I was going through Facebook when I saw this letter on
Stanley 's Wall. I could relate and my comment would have turned into a post so I decided to share mine here.

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When I first came here and was introduced to the class, they were all so excited so I assumed this wouldn't be as bad as I thought. I'm taking all the forms of SS1 class, and some of them already looked bigger than me.
I noticed this particular boy especially and I remember I even shared the experience here. He was always looking at me from his seat at the back, tried all of his possible tactics to get my attention. Either by standing up to ask silly questions while smiling (silly questions because he already knew the answer. If I tried to answer he always interjected to tell me so he was doing it on purpose), or he came to stand in front of me, like almost entering my mouth 🤦‍♀️, just to take excuse to borrow a pen. Or he came late, stands at the door for a while smiling to himself, then when I turn to notice him, he asks, 'Anty please can I enter?'.
This was one of the most obvious crush in one my classes.
Each time I was passing the corridor, some of them came to windows to whistle, or scream 'Anty Anty, kin nyi kyau sosai' or 'fine anty' or all the sorts. Most times they say it in Hausa, sometimes I wave them and pass, other times I don't bother.
Some were bold enough to even meet me, some followed me when I was going home to give me sweets or sachet water (between giving someone sachet water in these parts is like gold. The weather is freaking 🔥 hot), telling me Anty is fine ọ. When I refused they followed me till I got on a tricycle before they turned back dejectedly. I didn't know how to handle this type of attention, from children I was supposed to model and teach so I just ignored them most times, or kept a straight face😒😒.
If I as much as laughed in class because of something one of them said, they cheered on, laughed louder😩🙄🙄, even past when the joke was valid till I shouted for them to settle down again. These was my routine almost everyday.

The one that really bothered me, and still bothering me is the experience I had last term, with a girl this time.
I was leaving school early that day but I was in a hurry. My colleague asked me to wait for her so when I got to the gate, I was waiting and checking my wristwatch ⌚ anxiously. I didn't notice these set of girls murmuring, holding themselves childishly and walking round me. They obviously wanted to talk to me but didn't know how to phrase it.
As I was just turning to start walking towards the main road, one of them ran to me and said in a rush,
'Anty Anty wait, I love you Anty, you are beautiful, I want to be like you. Anty I like you very much'
Before she kissed me on my cheeks and ran off. What she did didn't register till I got on the keke that I stopped. My colleague was already ahead, and sitted.
I suddenly screamed, and the keke guy turned in the middle of the road, with my colleague too asking me what happened. I motioned the driver to continue that it was nothing, while I narrated what just registered in my brain to her. She laughed it off and said it was nothing.
But I was worried, one of many reasons being that I couldn't even recognise her face again if I saw her. And I wanted to see her again and talk to her.
The next day in school, I looked around, hoping I would notice that strange smile of someone that pecked her teacher, or something to make me remember her face. But nothing.

I have never felt so bad about not knowing how to speak Hausa fluently, till that day. I would have asked them in class codedly so she doesn't think I want to punish her, but I couldn't do that. And up till today, I've not seen her.
We've resumed again, and I have a new class now but it seems it's the same cycle repeating itself again.

I think at this age, all of the crushing hormones are overly active, and if not channeled or controlled properly these little ones might end up in the wrong hands. I know I used to crush on my biology teacher ☹️🤦‍♀️, so I made sure I learnt how to draw all those yeye amoebas and shapeless specimens. All to get his attention 😩😩☹️. But he shattered it when he wrote in my report booklet at the end of a session when he was our form master, that I was restless😩😩🙄. I was angry with him in my mind and my mum didn't even let me hear word, she insulted me forever because of that ☹️☹️, so my crush gradually faded.
Teachers are really trying, they deserve all the accolades biko.

I know I can't and don't really know to handle this if I was to be in this field long term.
More grace to all teachers...

Friday, September 21, 2018

Feedbacks... In business

Personally, I love feedbacks. Good or bad. There's something it does to me.
I do something for you, I want to get your feedback on it, I want to hear if you are happy with what you paid for. I'm a tailor by the way 😎. And I don't relent in doing the same.
I think that's why there's something called criticism. Constructive criticism. It's important for all kinds of businesses.  You might have an idea of what you want to achieve for a customer, then along the line it comes out different. Personally, I will keep fidgeting till the customer sees it and shows or gives feedback from their reaction.
I don't want to hear,' it's ok, I can manage it, '
Or, its not that bad o😢😢.
It does something to my spirit, so tell me the truth as it is. If it means going back to start all over again, at my own cost of course, I wouldn't mind. But I want to be sure that you love the goods/services rendered to you.

Let's hear your thoughts please...

Bad habits...


I have this bad habit. Very bad. I  fondle with the edge of clothes and suck my tongue at the same time.
 It's very bad 😢😢.

When I was younger, as far back as I can remember, I used to sit at my mums leg, so I can fondle with the edge of her wrapper. Most times I do that till I sleep off and she allows me, other times she slaps the hell out of me to leave her cloth, then I cry and sleep off. As I was growing she tried different means to stop it, the usual Nigerian mother's style na, beating. But the beating stopped only the sucking, while I still fondle with clothes. Anyone who knows me closely will notice that the edges of my clothes are always rumpled, be it jeans, Ankara, cotton, chiffon. Any kind of material at all, as long as it has a thick edge, it will suffer in my hands😢😢☹️.  I do it when I'm agitated, anxious, sad, shy, or absentminded. If I'm close to someone, I tend to get closer so that
while we are talking I'm fondling with your clothes. Till you notice and slap my hands off.
My friends here chase me away from them now when we are gisting or sitting together, because their cloth go suffer 😢😢😐. I don't know how to stop it. It's becoming embarrassing walahi. Sometimes while sewing sef I pause, and start to fondle the clothes forgetting myself for minutes before I get myself again.. My case is bad ọ. Help! 🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️

Otú keee? Otu keee? 🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙊🙊
That's Korean for 'what do i do?'

Toasting /striking a convo 101

How to start a conversation inbox.
Instead of the stale and boring 'hi baby, hi pretty, hi sugar, waving empty hand 😒😬, hi cute, hello hi, you are beautiful, you are handsome, nye nye nye😬😬😬😠😠😡, try this.

Toasting or getting acquaintanted 101.

✍️Hello. Good evening. We have this job opening in my office /organisation. I think it might suit you, here's the link... Please apply.

✍️Oh hello 😊. Nice to meet you. I read your post and loved it. Please I will like you to write an article for my upcoming magazine launch or something like that. Or I would like for you to elaborate more on this if you don't mind. Thank you.

✍️Wow. I went through your wall and noticed you are into 'fashion' and I found out some of your views on some topics. I have a business contract for you. Please send me your email address so I can send the business proposal let's discuss in detail. Nice to meet you.

✍️Hello miss/mister. We have this offer you would absolutely love. There's a one week seminar /weekend getaway/business seminar, etc I think you might be interested. Please register here if you want to know more about it. Or you can send an email to this address to get more info.

✍️Hello. I went through your profile and I think we have similar orientation. Please can I be your friend? We can improve each other in all areas. Thank you for...

✍️Your last post was speaking to me directly. Thank you for sharing.

✍️I saw your post for so so so and so. Please how can I help? I would love to be a part of it.
Send me your account number so I can support in my own little way.

✍️In fact, I need to subscribe for you this next month. You've been so good to me. This is my own way of saying thank you.

✍️etc, etc, etc.

Biko nụ, brothers and sisters, how hard is this steps now? 😒 😒
Why must you continue like this? Why? 😢😢😢.

Take a cue from some of these hints and see how you will build lasting friendships and 'acquaintanceship' here.
Not everytime, 'give me your number, I want to hear your sweet voice😡, you look so pretty, do you have a boyfriend?, hi darling, hi baby, I want to visit you,... 😡😡😡.
Baby tagbu kwe unu there! 😡😡😡
I find it strange when a full grown man will look at a full grown woman and all he can see that she needs in this life is Sex, or all he can see that he can offer with his miserable life is Sex. I don't understand.
You don't know me, never met me, don't even know if I'm human and you have the guts to come to my inbox to utter some rubbish to me? The impetus! Imagine. And this is one of so many ọ.
The other day a little boy came inbox to boldly tell me he wanted me to be this sugar m mummy, ọbara Jesus. I can't still understand it. How I get these ones as friends sef I don't know o. Maybe all those days I just accept request without going through profiles, this is what I get na.
So to the purpose of this rant, if you know you are in my inbox or list and planning to come and say this rubbish or something related to it, kindly delete and block yourself ozugbo, before you get to that river and be unfortunate. I can have bad mouth ọ, and it's not only insult I will give you. I will curse you. Respect yourselves on this space biko nụ.
Thank you.



On procrastination 😢

At the beginning of this year, One of my targets for the year was learning a foreign language.. And I chose to learn hangul, that's Korean language.
I enrolled, even got an online tutor, but unseriousness will not allow me be great🤕🤕. Like my tutor doesn't want to get tired, and I feel bad. He's in my email box every Friday sending me new topics, telling me his experiences, giving assignments (iya nme 🙄🙄🙄), asking me for updates, but these days I don't even reply again. 😟😟.
His ezigbo mmadụness is now in vaịn.
Why so unserious? Is it because it's online? I wonder how people who study online do it, I find it so tiring.😟😢
I keep postponing and procrastinating on reading the materials..
Today I open it and say, I will read and practice it today🙊😎. Iya nme! 🙄🙄
The next minute I'm distracted and it is forgotten for days till I come across one of the language apps I downloaded again on my phone then I shout, heeeyyy🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️, not again😢😢!

This is already the ninth month, and I still can't make up to three sentences in the language I love.
My problem Now is, when I finally meet my Korean Oppa, or Chaebol, or Orabuchi, how do we converse in hangul about our marriage plans 😟😭😭😢, aside telling them 'kan sa mi da', or 'anya ese yho' 🙄.. How will I do it? 😭😭😭. I've learnt ::'saran nyee'. That's I love you 😍😍😍

Procrastination is a disease ọ. Don't be like me 🤕🤕.

Ps- see my crush below.. Who wouldn't learn the language for this one? Eh? Tell me 😍😍😍😍