SWAY means to move SLOWLY from one side. to the other. It also means persuading someone to change their opinion or decision.
Life is not a bed of roses, there are periods we pass through trying times, things might not work out well as planned and there’s this amazing period we experience that sweet part of life where everything turns out pleasant than we planned.
When things don’t go down well for some people, they hold on tight to the ‘When its God’s time, it’ll happen or turn out real’ but how about now that your fixed plan which you hoped would turn out real didn’t. What do you have in mind or intend to do?. Are you just going to sit, watch, waste that time or get yourself indulged in something else.
A vivid example’s that of the massive failure in the last JAMB (2013/2014). And within me I wondered, Does it mean another year is wasted? Fine! There are options, I mean other programmes you could embark on (A level, Pre degree, DiplomaI,DiplomaII, SAT) but that (option) would work out fine only for those that can meet up the finance involved. How about the lucky ones whose parent or guidance can’t afford such money and the next thing they’ll hear is *in Igbo intonation* (Chinedu,you have to prepare for next year o, no money). I feel a year should mean a lot to us, even 6 months. But for those, who have no option, while waiting till next year, what are they doing?
There are a lot of things a wild mind seeking admission could achieve within a year. I’m not talking of money, I’m talking of skills, screwing out your ideas, working on them, doing lot of things that’ll bring out the real you and make you feel you’ve achieved something, do something that would kill that guilt when you see your mates who’ve used that one year in the best way they can and not wasting it away.
Some claim there’s nothing in the labor market even though all I see in the favor market is job. I know some people would be like (omode yi omo anything/ this girl knows nothing) but that’s the fact. You claim you are not so boxed up to pursue your Masters Degree and you keep sending CV’s everyday, sent countless emails. For how long do you wanna do this? You console yourself with the ‘A patient dog eats the fattest bone’. What if that bone hasn’t gotten to the turn of that patient dog. I don’t want to believe you’ll keep sending CV’s when your colleagues in the university already have employees in his small scale company that’ll hopefully turn out BIG one day) and then you give silly excuse that it’s his time. Cool! God’s time is the best but success was designed for me and you, every being on earth, he wasn’t partial towards it. Success would only speak for itself through hardwork and persistence.
I feel Plans should be made ahead of time , we should work on both the positive and negative side. Having this strong faith that it’d work out fine by God’s grace but what if it doesn’t(I’m not saying we should think negative all the time) . Will you just sit down, sulk, explain your plights to everyone, expect everyone to console you (like they really care).
Irrespective of who you are, somebody somewhere look up to you as a model. Not just career wise but in every decision we take relating to our lives. We should think, plan and act so as to screw out the best in us. The little time we have today is an opportunity, yesterday can’t be replaced neither can you turn back the hands of time. My key point here is 'use your time efficiently and stop acting confused, shaky, swaying around.'
Saturday, 22 June 2013
Monday, 10 June 2013
Poem by Kuti Olumide
What happens to a promise?
Does it dry like a pool in the sun?
Or purifies like the holy oil
Does it judge like the bible?
Or crushes like the inner foe
Does it stink like rotten milk?
Or fester like a new sore
Is it balance?
Does it explode like a volcano?
Or soothe like a balm
Oh! Strength, direction nd focus
that serve as bedrocks to a promise
Let my lips speak softly of the light
As i humbly move into the night
Does it dry like a pool in the sun?
Or purifies like the holy oil
Does it judge like the bible?
Or crushes like the inner foe
Does it stink like rotten milk?
Or fester like a new sore
Is it balance?
Does it explode like a volcano?
Or soothe like a balm
Oh! Strength, direction nd focus
that serve as bedrocks to a promise
Let my lips speak softly of the light
As i humbly move into the night
LETTER FROM A CLASSIC CHIC TO THAT CAREFREE DUDE
BIG GBOSA to the ladies that pass through the
pains(of stilettos) and spend most of our time just to end up looking hotty
sexy. I took my time to compare that unique lifestyle of ours with the dudes
and my conclusion is ‘we are superb, extra ordinary, fantastic babes.
WHY? We spend most times or at least an hour using
the concealer, foundation, iman/Sleek/mary kay loose powder, Mac lip liners,
lipsticks and other sorts. Looking good is that compulsory course we always
work towards having the ‘A’ grade irrespective of where or who we are going to
meet*even though na wakekeep* but I trust the dudes, some might not even have a
D’ grade, the highest thing few *not most of them* would do is use the one love
or tony Montana talcum powder and that’s all*claps* nice one there dude, while
most of them are terrific ones that won’t even mind carrying their ororo (oily)
face about, kudos to the cute dudes with sweet lips that makes one wonder if
they were specially made but to that dude who knows his lip’s always cracked,
why not use a Vaseline, lip gloss or something else than carrying a cracked dry
lip about.
Good look is well complemented by our
hair do and make up. Real babes don’t joke with that not considering the fact
that we’d spend at least 2000 to 3000 to fix and sit down for an hour , 30 minutes and even
more hours just to look good, we go all the way to buy weavons ranging from the
cheapest human hair, passion down to chocolate, braz, Indian, Peruvian, and
even down to fumi hair. (No thanks to
those babes that looks down on girls that fix synthetic hair, before those
human hair was out, you started with expression, darling yaki. So why that evil
look?) now back to the dudes, you guys are so lucky to barb your hair within 15
– 30 minutes, the money you spend on barbing your hair should be at most 1000
but why do some guys find that hard to do. Some cheap salons should collect
between 200 – 300 for an haircut. I look at some guys hair and all I see is the
roborobo hair tangled like that of a goat feaces and I be like WTF! Are barbers
on strike? You go further to see their moustache and eeeeew! Bushy!
Arrrrgh*angrylook* if , you don’t have money to buy shaving powder, VEET would
last you for long in as far its for your own personal use, if you are so boxed
up(the other way round) that you can’t afford VEET, jejeli buy a shaving stick
for just 50 naira, Gillete would do the job. Your mother never got attracted to
your dad with such look and all you end up doing is conclude that Girls are
proud, they are this, that, we don’t give you the chance to talk to you. Why
should we? Even if you still want some hair around your chin, moustache, a nice
shaped teddy would do. You’ll look more cute. Teddy makes all guys have this
cute nerdy look. Chop knuckle to the dudes that’d not only barb their hair buh
also have this sporting waves thingy.
High 5 to the classic chics who’d go
through all the pains in wearing 5 or more inches stilettos*we badt gaan*, we
flaunt our hot legs and hips like that of kim K’s, beyonce, shakira, riri’s and
then few hours later, the once hot straight legs would curve to a V shape (bent legs), you
find it balancing your legs and then that 5 minutes walk seems to be like 30
minutes walk, and then we stop walking and start hopping hoping we’d get to our
destination like ASAP. Big hugs to the babes who’d be like ‘mi o le parami’ and
efficiently use that space in our handbags for the right thing *flat slippers*.
Big grin to the lucky dudes *apart from Denrele* who doesn’t have business with how many inches
or what colour do you have. They don’t mind buying six pairs of black shoes, they would only tell you the designer's different and dahs all, big hugs to the ones who’d consider buying brown, blue and black shoes(other colours). Trust
us, 3 black shoes is the least some of us would have, a lowblack shoe, black high
heeled suede or black wedge and polished leather black shoe*dahs all* if you
feel its been long you saw the rainbow, visit a real ladies shoe rack and all
you’ll see is indigo……….violet………purple……….*smiles*.
You don’t wanna see let alone feel
some dudes skin even after the harmattan. Terrific it is! Dahs wah some
comedians would call”omo na die o” you don’t have to give flimlsy excuses that
you don’t wanna tone your skin, moisturizing creams like jergens, Vaseline,
apricot would do. You really don’t have to go far , the way we would get facial
scrub, cream, acne wash, e.t.c. . you feel there’s harsh chemical in there, its not a
crime to use olive oil.your skin needs
to be moisturized.
*On my knees*
dudes, if we can go this far just to look good and have this catchy glimpsy
appeareance. Its not bad if you guys try to please the world and feel at ease
with youself, have this comfortable conversation with everyone you are with.
Every lady would enjoy that cool conversation with a dude in as far as he’s
cool, nice hair cut, shoes, dress. E.t.c. P.O.C(Point of correction) we are not
snubs, your appearance made us act like one.
Yours
Sincerely
That Classic Chic
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