rants of an IT fly girl

a story to tell I have to share well this day 34 years ago... because i can't think of new words I'd say it plain, it's my birthday again and Lord knows I am a thankful soul Thankful for laughter, love, happiness, joy, sad moments and all moments for family, family, friends and family I have learnt so many things in the past year I have grown up and officially become an adult I have had to met people who talk different from me and somehow, I have developed a new habit of simply not speaking I have met people who have taught me to live in ways unknown to them I have travelled, traveling has been a blessing for which I am grateful *deeply inhales, then lets out the air* This new year I am making changes This year I am taking up different styles  but first, Happy Birthday to me

i have been so quiet because this time, words failed me words failed me because this time, I struggled I struggled because this time there isn't any time again. This time, you have physically left this world and we stopped talking - just the very very few messages First i refused to believe what twitter was saying so i broke my instagram hiatus and there, I couldn't run from the truth there it was the stab in my heart, the news of your passing and just like that, you're not here physically any longer So i went to my archives to look thru our emails this was how we met, exchanging emails an almost unusual meeting I watched some of your videos now just to laugh out loud because crying, tears won't bring you back and here lies the pain we were WAPi kids, smiling, laughing, happy The world, I felt it didn't stop I felt it should have stopped, for you I didn't understand why people typed 'as usual' why people continued, like just

Passion is what enables a man serve, it enables a man serve with heart and with might. In my short time here on earth I can say Nigerians are a passionate bunch They're are passionate about so many things - may that's why this line is in the anthem When they support foreign football clubs, they go over board when they party, they party hard - ain't no party like a Lagos party they're passionate even in their creativity and in how the country ought to be run only if this passion will work so well in the choices of leaders allowed to make the right decisions for the country to be a hub of improvement. Creativity is so grand in the nation... I knew a man, a passionate man, Nigerian too, worked so hard till he was able to employ a good number of people in his town. He was my grandfather, happy birthday to my own superhero, my beard gang leader, my own great man... Ps: I'm currently reading Jodi Picoult's small great things . My eyes are almost popping

Should the Labour of our heroes past be in vain? Colonial Masters, they called them and masters they were. They came in without visas and took over the economy, trading and commerce. They introduced some good things and not so good things bringing with them habits foreign and different. The people. The people worked and toiled and performed under these master and then the rose up. they fought for what belonged to them and won it back. Heroes they became, together they fought. Tiv woman with Yoruba man. Kalabari girl with Kanuri boy. Nigerian women with Ghanian men... We call it Independence from the colonial times. Today I ask, have things improved? Can a child born to parents who earn the minimum wage each month boast of education deemed quality for a better tomorrow? No instead we have teams and teams of politicians, politricians my sister calls them who desperately serve the money god with money meant to be used for the brighter future. We have people so mentally poor, it is

I read a tweet recently that got me pondering... I really mean thinking deeper than I love to. I started asking myself questions. I am still wondering if I have not read it well and should ask someone else to interpret the tweet, I may be wrong. Does a person simply hate another person because of what other person looks like, hair colour, nose shape...? What is the cost of living in peace with someone versus the cost of living in the opposite of peace with a person? Why have we grown to hate other people for being born as they are? Do you also think many of the problems we have on earth is as a result of simply just hating other people? Is hate an emotion as strong as love? What makes us decide to hate a thing or a person? Is it even ok to just 'hate'? (this is how i see it ---> everything starts as a seed, a tiny seed, a tiny seed of jealousy, bitterness or superiority and then becomes a tree of hate with many fruits and even more seeds) Do we hate becaus

Sometimes I’m not socially awkward, Sometimes I am Sometimes I just want my body to be in place and my mind far from the place Sometimes I don’t want to be standing, Sometimes I don’t want to be lying down Sometimes I am afraid of the unknown, Sometimes I don’t want to talk to the people that matter so much to me To them who geniunely ask “ how are you doing?” Sometimes I don’t want morning to come and the brightness, that brightness Sometimes I know it’s just for a moment then brightness will be beautiful again

This past week has been a week of reading about people who took their own lives...this is always a sad thing for the families because death is never a happy thing. But this past week has also been a 'something else' for me... I started the week a bit shaken but good always triumphs ✊😊 The first important lesson I learnt is, I have to cut of Lyft . Nope! no more! The second important lesson I learnt is - Be grateful for the good people that surround you I learned other lessons too like why the roads here are not black or dark... I just fully understood my Mom's prayer - Lord choose the right friends for my children. Thank you Jesus for family, friemily, friends and amazing company. We were welcomed to two lovely homes today, we were fed, we played games and we laughed alot. To someone else that's like yea whatever, but to me it sure did count. I think i should pick up swimming lessons, so i can pick up surfing lessons. Out looking at the ocean today reminde

**sips lemon flavoured green tea** this isn't going to be a long post, if it gets too long i'd break it into two I spent my weekend volunteering and it was different. By the way, I am drinking green tea for the first time, as I type. I honestly don't know why I even bought it. It is also raining in my part of the sunshine state but that is cool. Saturday morning was a little cold regardless I went out to start my Day 1 volunteering at a local art fest. It was different, well things are different here sigh, sometimes it gets to me and I have the why-am-I-doing-this or why-am-I-even-here moments. Day 2 was shorter Anyway, I went and it didn't hurt to speak with other people. I also noticed all sorts of people a lady was pleasantly surprised at the-black-girl, her eyes just had the 'wondering look' some people just walk away another lady was old and clearly wanted to pass time watching younger guys the funny ones, -the lady who wanted to make known tha

On Sunday, I struggled. In the early hours of the day, before the Sun rose I struggled with having to do something out of my comfort zone Before I talk about that I will tell you where the struggle came from I had worked till 3am on a kitchen asset model in Maya I had strained my eyes, tired my hands and exhausted my thinking abilities   And then my mind played games, so I struggled By evening time, after having being privileged to listen to a great man expound a part of the 2nd chapter of Mark's gospel I had calmed down from my struggle The fight was all in my mind The struggle came from unseen scenes I was playing in my head Before the Moon shined bright, it dawned on me "I am living my blessed life" Funny thing my bank card got lost, but God's peace enveloped me

of procrastination, its been weeks since i left a post here... I have been busy sometimes, playful sometimes, and procrastinated typing most times of tightropes, I loved loved the soundtrack of The Greatest Showman, sigh, totally loved and i still sing the songs - my best being Tightrope some people long for a life that is simple and planned... but is all an adventure that comes with a breathtaking view... I think i am at a point in my life that I can relate to the lyrics of the song, living in a new place and working on my life goal. The story was the weakest link tho I didn't feel January was long like everyone kept saying on twitter but... I had so much to deal with at various times that the days flew by, some other days were a bit slow tho... In the last 6 weeks I have learned the Maya strings and I have been modeling, I have met amazing people, I have been cold and wondered why, I have been stopped and told i had a beautiful smile and the best - I have learned even m

Thankful, sooooo thankful We are heading into 2018 and can I scream how Faithful God is 2017 was an interesting year... I took action and it made me bolder, happier, stronger and looking forward to 2018 When I look back at 2017, I will think of the year of a whole of different and new. I will remember the year I started on the path of my animator dream and the sunshine state move. I will remember the year I was carless for a few months and learned a new way to 'walk' I will remember the year I dragged a mattress from Ikea, omg I will remember the start of the RISE model and the work-play-fit-push schedule I will remember the year I got to work with my bestest cousin (please don't tell'im) I will remember the year I bought cheap toilet paper and well learnt a lesson I will remember the year I learned to play cornholes I will remember the year I listened to Funbi's Hallelujah, Simi's Smile for me, Luis Fonsi's Despacito I will remember the ye