tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77257623870549649792024-03-14T06:43:54.913+01:00rants of an IT fly girlsugar, salt, spice, and everything about meflygirlbidiishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126377772058112933noreply@blogger.comBlogger343125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725762387054964979.post-58206392131809115402020-10-02T03:17:00.003+01:002020-10-02T03:17:15.980+01:00is the land now green?<p> October 1, 2020 - and this time Nigeria celebrates 60years of Independence from her colonial masters, Britain</p><p>I simply want to know if the land is finally green... I want to know if the electricity is uninterrupted in 24 hours... Are roads with portholes a myth or fictional</p><p>Wake me up when Nigeria stops celebrating an impoverished state of mind and embraces visions of what our heroes past had seen when they fought... to be regards as humans</p><p>Nigerians ever so hopeful!</p><p>Hello Blogger it has been more than a minute</p><p>Happy Independence Day Nigeria!</p>flygirlbidiishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126377772058112933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725762387054964979.post-37989464777606580732020-08-29T18:48:00.003+01:002020-08-31T18:23:14.483+01:00T'Challa our king<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwo_aT55IdfBqRrFqNVipmfreJwfDF0Ckl5VbyboF90l-sxbENK2iZuETLjALNj500IdsP-Vbend_sVBr8q2R1JDVrbW6ABCU7MxiHkSypQgrxv9yATT9Sp4UeEe6lB8uoX-UoJXm-2QfG/s716/Screen+Shot+2020-08-30+at+21.28.45.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="716" data-original-width="716" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwo_aT55IdfBqRrFqNVipmfreJwfDF0Ckl5VbyboF90l-sxbENK2iZuETLjALNj500IdsP-Vbend_sVBr8q2R1JDVrbW6ABCU7MxiHkSypQgrxv9yATT9Sp4UeEe6lB8uoX-UoJXm-2QfG/s640/Screen+Shot+2020-08-30+at+21.28.45.png" /></a></div><br /><p>T'Challa our king has passed on</p><p>the sound of the drums have ceased</p><p>T"Challa our king has passed on</p><p>his glow now is dim</p><p>T'Challa the gentle king</p><p>has closed his eyes to open no more</p><p>T'Challa the king with purpose </p><p>has now moved on</p><p>to feel pain no more</p><p>Now we say, our king is home!</p><p>You will never get old</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/r8nxdAGg2FY" width="320" youtube-src-id="r8nxdAGg2FY"></iframe></div><br /><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p>Rest on Chadwick Boseman</p><p>Thanking you for sharing a part of you with us!</p><p>The Young, Gifted and Black</p><p>I pray your family is comforted in this time</p><p><br /></p><p>PS: It's my Grandma's birthday, today she would have been 91😘</p><p><br /></p>flygirlbidiishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126377772058112933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725762387054964979.post-39424768369912931662020-05-28T16:17:00.000+01:002020-05-28T16:17:00.135+01:00its larger than the elephant in the roomMy post is going to be all over the place.<br />
I have thought through how to ensure it makes sense but I have drawn so many blanks.<br />
Blanks that wasn't what Ahmaud Arbery got while he was jogging on the day his body was shot.<br />
His life cut short.<br />
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After being killed, his assilants claim they were after a burglar and he fit the description.<br />
The best thing they could do was to shoot to death this young man, so that his side of the story would forever be silenced.<br />
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What a calamity!<br />
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I read an <a href="https://www.cnn.com/2020/05/14/us/ahmaud-arbery-shooting/index.html" target="_blank">article</a> on CNN saying some 'truth' will exonerate the assailants. These assailants who cannot undo the killing, they cannot bring back the boy. <span style="caret-color: rgb(38, 38, 38); color: #262626; font-family: CNN, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, Utkal, sans-serif; font-size: 1.2rem;"></span><br />
Is life not precious any longer? or maybe the lives of people who look like me can't actually be termed precious. It isn't worth a pinch of salt maybe. It is ok to shoot, take a life especially the life of the person of African descent...<br />
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I simply don't get it. Many people don't get it. Why is there so much hatred? What is the underlying problem?<br />
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Then this week, a man was handcuffed and treated like a goat, placed on the ground for the public to gloat at. Stripped of dignity and self worth and then killed in the process.<br />
The lie, he was resisting arrest. The footage, he was black, tall and already cuffed.<br />
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Sigh!<br />
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What a strange place, what stranger times, what strangest things...<br />
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Imagine the conversations black moms have with their sons. The coming of age talk because the police who is meant too serve you will kill you first. The conversation that is larger than the elephant so that you stay alive to speak.<br />
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Does justice have a color too? Do condolences raise the dead from life?<br />
Will George Floyd ever get to speak to his daughter?<br />
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Many people seem to be taking things one day at a time, so many apps saving the days.<br />
There are a thousand and one ways to zoom that meeting. Fitness challenges are literally off the floor.<br />
Fridge and Freezer doors are getting more familiarity than deserved. Screen time and video streaming are a record who knows what. House parties and DJs working up their muscles.<br />
Applauding health workers and defining essential services are a new norm. Supermarkets are the exciting places to go and also the places to avoid. Loungewear has continued to stay on best clothing list.<br />
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and creativity... those juices just keep flowing.<br />
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Say a prayer...<br />
for those who have lost loved ones<br />
for those working tirelessly<br />
for those who need miracles<br />
for each nation facing the unknown<br />
for everyone<br />
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Ps: I am reading, all those fitness challenges are not my thing. What are you reading?<br />
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It's been way too long! I have procrastinated. My procrastination procrastinated, then that one procrastinated, then...</div>
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You get the point tho! I have literally missed a whole year's post, I didn't even type my traditional birthday post, Christmas post or new year's.</div>
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I haven't been so busy to be honest, in addition to the many other reasons why I have been MIA here I am just not pleased with blogger and google. That is story for another time and season!</div>
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Today's tale is one of 2 other brands - Fossil and Swatch. After 20+ odd years wearing Swatch time pieces, I finally laid the straps to rest and moved on. I may never be looking back. The happiness took a downward spiral when I got my last watch, a couple of years ago. It's been real Swatch, like many things in this world some relationships have to end. I was prepared to be loyal till the grave but times changed, Fossil happened and may I say the last couple of weeks have been a really honeymoon. My watch and I bonding, living out and preparing for these strange times ahead.</div>
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These past 3 months have been a whole year and we aren't even in it yet 😶</div>
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Say a prayer, moment by moment for those who are not strong, physically, emotionally and financially because these times are real trying times. </div>
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God is still on His throne, He still does wonders and Jesus' name is still enough. Remember this world is not guaranteed and one day our life's time piece will stop ticking. Fear never elevates.</div>
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Turn everything to Jesus, He truly cares but you never know this till you are deeply rooted in Him. Maybe it is time to change things.</div>
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<br />flygirlbidiishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126377772058112933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725762387054964979.post-30075893777277692682019-10-02T03:34:00.000+01:002019-10-02T03:34:16.920+01:00the follow up emailIt has been a long time blogsphere, a really long time and so many things have happened in this time. But October 1 has me out of my shell.<br />
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I always find the day one for required pondering... the day Nigeria got her independence from her colonial masters because some heroes past laboured.<br />
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I have gotten to the point where I am very convinced that on the 1st of October, Nigerians in the diaspora are the loudest wishing others "<i>happy Independence Day</i>"<br />
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Thinking about today's Nigeria how do we speak about this labour? Did they labour for unfair treatment of citizens by those who took oaths to protect them? or did they labour for theft of public funds? or did they labour for citizens to be oppressed and bullied off the neglected roads by sirens and loud noises... the list goes on<br />
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After the 1st independence day declaration and celebration was there a follow-up mail and a follow-up mail and a follow-up mail? Would things have been different if people held each other accountable and patriotic and thought deeply? Thought deeply on the labour of our heroes past to improve cost of living for the present and instigate innovation in/for the future.<br />
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I have transitioned from student life to job search life... A lot of these follow-up emails have been passing through my email account and it got me thinking...<br />
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Happy Independence Day to the Nation, our Nation Nigeriaflygirlbidiishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126377772058112933noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725762387054964979.post-29106376316350202102019-02-16T04:16:00.001+01:002019-02-16T05:18:22.835+01:00of some days dreaded and other random storiesThis morning, I got one of the calls I had been dreading since I moved here. The call that tells me my grand-aunt isn't here on this earth with us any longer.<br />
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I can't actually say I am numb, but I can't say I don't feel anything. Hence, currently I am just existing.<br />
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We spoke last on Christmas day, I procrastinated, we didn't speak since then. Bus 607 was a real deal.<br />
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I have floaters in right eye, I wish they will go away.<br />
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I don't know if being a texture artist is currently my right fit, but still I am pushing.<br />
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I was rooting for Sugar Ray to win MVP of the celebrity game, if I placed a bet I would have lost money.<br />
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I still don't get why D.Wade is retiring.<br />
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I watched the superbowl game, I think I find the no-skills flaunting sport a tad dry. All these offense-defense talk I also find to be ear-sores. I probably just need to understand the game better, I am biased.<br />
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When I was 11 or 12, I had a tshirt with the Tasmanian devil sporting a sign '<i>i need a miracle</i>' that's how I feel right now. When I think back, I really have been a moving miracle.<br />
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I only have to think back to my last weekend...<br />
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I'm only human, i really need a lot of miracles<br />
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<br />flygirlbidiishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126377772058112933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725762387054964979.post-47008711088200472142019-01-01T17:18:00.001+01:002019-01-01T19:26:03.570+01:00to 2019 with loveTo Sir with love, will always be one of my much loved movies... It is a classic.<br />
I was going to talk about DC's Aquaman. Some of the visual effects, how they made the pirate guy's ship look big and then small later - Look Dev guys may be to blame; how the story was a bit watered down, but no i will keep my thoughts on this one<br />
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2018 has come and walked out the door, no more to be seen only to be talked about. It was a fast-slow-fast kinda year. I learnt a lot, met some people, travelled, saw new places, bought a car - big deal cause it added to my adulting.<br />
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I learned American Airlines isn't a nice Airline and I doubt I'd even take a payment to travel with them. I drove my first long trip to Miami this year, it was so interesting I didn't overtake a single car. Thinking about this first time makes me laugh tho.<br />
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Some good people are now watching down on us seated with Christ.<br />
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Some days were tough, for some days I didn't want night to fall, some days were teary and blurry. I developed strength, I was shy at some time, I hid too.<br />
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New goals became past memories, I did new things like i already knew how to before. I conquered planned thoughts and ideas and they became real and part of my story.<br />
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Thankful... I am so thankful. I am super duper thankful. With a heart of gratitude I start the new year. I have set goals for 2019 and I will smash those goals and more.<br />
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This year I will officially become a computer animator and many more interesting things. I have been considering learning to surf. We'd see how that goes.<br />
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Happy New Year folks, may light guide you on the path of greatness and great things this 2019.<br />
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ps: I can't swim yet but in the end I will be fineflygirlbidiishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126377772058112933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725762387054964979.post-18790746390774710232018-12-23T04:53:00.001+01:002018-12-23T05:10:40.246+01:00not rhyming with wordsa story to tell<br />
I have to share well<br />
this day 34 years ago...<br />
because i can't think of new words<br />
I'd say it plain, it's my birthday again<br />
and Lord knows I am a thankful soul<br />
Thankful for laughter, love, happiness, joy, sad moments and all moments<br />
for family, family, friends and family<br />
I have learnt so many things in the past year<br />
I have grown up and officially become an adult<br />
I have had to met people who talk different from me<br />
and somehow, I have developed a new habit of simply not speaking<br />
I have met people who have taught me to live in ways unknown to them<br />
I have travelled, traveling has been a blessing for which I am grateful<br />
*deeply inhales, then lets out the air*<br />
This new year I am making changes<br />
This year I am taking up different styles<br />
but first, Happy Birthday to me<br />
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<br />flygirlbidiishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126377772058112933noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725762387054964979.post-60943992722380502562018-11-25T02:05:00.001+01:002018-11-25T04:26:19.046+01:00forgetting you isn't an optioni have been so quiet because this time,<br />
words failed me<br />
words failed me because this time,<br />
I struggled<br />
I struggled because this time<br />
there isn't any time again.<br />
This time, you have physically left this world<br />
and we stopped talking - just the very very few messages<br />
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First i refused to believe what twitter was saying<br />
so i broke my instagram hiatus<br />
and there, I couldn't run from the truth<br />
there it was the stab in my heart,<br />
the news of your passing<br />
and just like that, you're not here physically any longer<br />
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So i went to my archives to look thru our emails<br />
this was how we met, exchanging emails<br />
an almost unusual meeting<br />
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I watched some of your videos now<br />
just to laugh out loud<br />
because crying, tears won't bring you back<br />
and here lies the pain<br />
we were WAPi kids, smiling, laughing, happy<br />
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The world, I felt it didn't stop<br />
I felt it should have stopped, for you<br />
I didn't understand why people typed 'as usual'<br />
why people continued, like just another day<br />
I didn't get it.<br />
I spoke to friends and laughed masking my sudden sadness<br />
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Tosyn, the lump in my throat as I type<br />
why won't it go away<br />
time... I let it pass...<br />
The tears I won't let roll down<br />
thank you, because you never stopped<br />
I will never forget you, your double D's... your strength, your creativity...<br />
Your light isn't out<br />
It is on another level of brightness<br />
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my song for you <i>All the birds of a feather </i>from<i> Rio</i><br />
Keep Shining old friend<br />
<br />flygirlbidiishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126377772058112933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725762387054964979.post-62960862110174934732018-10-15T01:59:00.003+01:002018-10-15T02:01:53.293+01:00to serve with heart and mightPassion is what enables a man serve,<br />
it enables a man serve with heart and with might.<br />
In my short time here on earth I can say Nigerians are a passionate bunch<br />
They're are passionate about so many things - may that's why this line is in the anthem<br />
When they support foreign football clubs, they go over board<br />
when they party, they party hard - ain't no party like a Lagos party<br />
they're passionate even in their creativity and in how the country ought to be run<br />
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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.<br />
Creativity is so grand in the nation...<br />
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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...<br />
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Ps: I'm currently reading <a href="https://www.jodipicoult.com/" target="_blank">Jodi Picoult's</a> <i>small great things</i>. My eyes are almost popping out. What book are you reading?flygirlbidiishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126377772058112933noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725762387054964979.post-32415384126315548582018-10-01T18:56:00.002+01:002018-10-01T18:56:37.096+01:00Shall never be in vain or are they in vainShould the Labour of our heroes past be in vain?<br />
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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.<br />
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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...<br />
We call it Independence from the colonial times.<br />
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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?<br />
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 heart breaking.<br />
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What shall we say then, has the labour of our heroes past been worth it?<br />
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Independence day is not a nation's birthday. It is myopic thinking and utter ignorance to view it as a birthday. History plays a significant role in future endeavours. History it seems for many educated and uneducated nigerians alike is tainted with gasping loopholes they don't understand why they celebrated the Independence day.<br />
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It is a day of sober reflection for now, till we get it right. When we get it right it will be a day of celebrating culture and a team of people who rose against oppressors, succeeded and still succeed.<br />
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read earlier posts <a href="http://flygirlbidiish.blogspot.com/2017/10/the-start-arise-o.html" target="_blank">here</a>, <a href="http://flygirlbidiish.blogspot.com/2017/10/nigerians-call-obey-really.html" target="_blank">here</a> etc...<br />
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Happy Independence day Nigeria<br />
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<br />flygirlbidiishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126377772058112933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725762387054964979.post-56105391244928634652018-08-18T14:03:00.001+01:002018-08-18T14:03:21.992+01:00hate is a strong emotion tooI read a tweet recently that got me pondering... I really mean thinking deeper than I love to.<br />
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.<br />
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Does a person simply hate another person because of what other person looks like, hair colour, nose shape...?<br />
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What is the cost of living in peace with someone versus the cost of living in the opposite of peace with a person?<br />
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Why have we grown to hate other people for being born as they are?<br />
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Do you also think many of the problems we have on earth is as a result of simply just hating other people?<br />
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Is hate an emotion as strong as love?<br />
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What makes us decide to hate a thing or a person?<br />
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Is it even ok to just 'hate'?<br />
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(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)<br />
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Do we hate because we can love?<br />
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is it possible to love, dislike, detest but never hate?<br />
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why hatred?<br />flygirlbidiishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126377772058112933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725762387054964979.post-5049462381480397172018-07-24T11:38:00.001+01:002018-07-24T11:38:54.911+01:00Sometimes...Sometimes I’m not socially awkward,<br />
Sometimes I am<br />
Sometimes I just want my body to be in place<br />
and my mind far from the place<br />
Sometimes I don’t want to be standing,<br />
Sometimes I don’t want to be lying down<br />
Sometimes I am afraid of the unknown,<br />
Sometimes I don’t want to talk to the people<br />
that matter so much to me<br />
To them who geniunely ask “ how are you doing?”<br />
Sometimes I don’t want morning to come<br />
and the brightness, that brightness<br />
Sometimes I know it’s just for a moment<br />
then brightness will be beautiful againflygirlbidiishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126377772058112933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725762387054964979.post-78059491571598897162018-06-10T05:32:00.001+01:002019-02-16T05:34:29.745+01:00of surf boards and good peopleThis 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.<br />
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But this past week has also been a 'something else' for me... I started the week a bit shaken but good always triumphs ✊😊<br />
The first important lesson I learnt is, I have to cut of <a href="https://www.lyft.com/" target="_blank">Lyft</a>. Nope! no more!<br />
The second important lesson I learnt is - Be grateful for the good people that surround you<br />
I learned other lessons too like why the roads here are not black or dark...<br />
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I just fully understood my Mom's prayer - Lord choose the right friends for my children.<br />
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Thank you Jesus for family, friemily, friends and amazing company.<br />
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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.<br />
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I think i should pick up swimming lessons, so i can pick up surfing lessons. Out looking at the ocean today reminded me how much i have missed spending my sundays at the beach.<br />
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Today i'm thankful for the warriors winning last night, for laughter, for giggles, jokes and good people.flygirlbidiishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126377772058112933noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725762387054964979.post-38794652945535033602018-03-20T02:24:00.000+01:002018-03-20T02:24:32.091+01:00of volunteering and sunlight**sips lemon flavoured green tea**<br />
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this isn't going to be a long post, if it gets too long i'd break it into two<br />
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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.<br />
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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<br />
Anyway, I went and it didn't hurt to speak with other people. I also noticed all sorts of people<br />
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a lady was pleasantly surprised at the-black-girl, her eyes just had the 'wondering look'<br />
some people just walk away<br />
another lady was old and clearly wanted to pass time watching younger guys<br />
the funny ones,<br />
-the lady who wanted to make known that people's dogs were on the park grass, isn;t the park grass a dog-free zone? Well she told the wrong person. Chill out lady, let the sun give you some vitamins<br />
-the lady who came to tell me in a stall i was watching that people outside were taking pictures of piece...she said 'i am just you know letting you know'<br />
**my tea has gone cold**<br />
Oh My Days!! some people just need a break from thick-living!<br />
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I met and spoke with an intensely creative artist, everyone oooo-ed and awwww-ed at his pieces<br />
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so many people were lovely, lovely, lovely. I also worked along side amazing people that actually made my two days count - R, B and T<br />
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BUT the Sun tho, trying to damage my natural glow and dry out my skin. Not having that, I have some refrigerated aloe vera I would use for a DIY face mask.<br />
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I stepped out of my comfort zone, it was worth it too<br />
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I started watching the new MTV Shuga Naija, hmmmm<br />
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In the early hours of the day, before the Sun rose</div>
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And then my mind played games, so I struggled</div>
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By evening time, after having being privileged to listen to a great man expound a part of the 2nd chapter of Mark's gospel</div>
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Before the Moon shined bright, it dawned on me "I am living my blessed life"</div>
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Funny thing my bank card got lost, but God's peace enveloped me</div>
<br />flygirlbidiishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126377772058112933noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725762387054964979.post-25605666124909668362018-03-10T05:46:00.000+01:002018-03-10T05:46:25.397+01:00of procrastination, of tightropes, of vibranium and being twenty againof procrastination, its been weeks since i left a post here... I have been busy sometimes, playful sometimes, and procrastinated typing most times<br />
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of tightropes, I loved loved the soundtrack of The Greatest Showman, sigh, totally loved and i still sing the songs - my best being <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m8no9tjAegI" target="_blank">Tightrope</a><br />
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some people long for a life that is simple and planned... but is all an adventure that comes with a breathtaking view...<br />
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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<br />
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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...<br />
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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 more than I did, January to March 2017<br />
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I am so Thankful...<br />
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of vibranium - Marvel's <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xjDjIWPwcPU" target="_blank">Black Panther</a> had me going into 2 comic shops. I was even shocked those existed but hey! If Africans only chose to draw the line on bad leadership and greed and worked together on using effectively what they have - from that movie we have so much to learn *said in Master Yoda's voice*<br />
I watched recently an interview of some Koreans after watching the movie. One of the men who was interviewed said he had always associated slavery with being black. That is just so wrong.<br />
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I can't even remember why I was going to talk about being twenty again, i guess having to deal with a number of 19 year olds in this place has me thinking about being 20 again. I still get the - OMG you look so young, I thought you were 20years old. rme, Girl needs to grow some bum (story for another day)<br />
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I am looking forward to the movie <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7-bZLM3I-C0" target="_blank">Gringo</a><br />
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Make this year 2018 count!flygirlbidiishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126377772058112933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725762387054964979.post-84897577124954533432018-01-01T03:01:00.001+01:002018-01-01T03:01:23.643+01:00of New Year's eve and then the New yearThankful, sooooo thankful<br />
We are heading into 2018 and can I scream how Faithful God is<br />
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2017 was an interesting year... I took action and it made me bolder, happier, stronger and looking forward to 2018<br />
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When I look back at 2017, I will think of the year of a whole of different and new.<br />
I will remember the year I started on the path of my animator dream and the sunshine state move.<br />
I will remember the year I was carless for a few months and learned a new way to 'walk'<br />
I will remember the year I dragged a mattress from Ikea, omg<br />
I will remember the start of the RISE model and the work-play-fit-push schedule<br />
I will remember the year I got to work with my bestest cousin (please don't tell'im)<br />
I will remember the year I bought cheap toilet paper and well learnt a lesson<br />
I will remember the year I learned to play cornholes<br />
I will remember the year I listened to Funbi's Hallelujah, Simi's Smile for me, Luis Fonsi's Despacito<br />
I will remember the year Falz just evolving - music, talent, wit and creativity<br />
I will remember the year crushing on the bearded SDC guy and then the Jameson wooden crate<br />
I will remember the year the year of new forever friends, old forever friends and family of greatness<br />
I will remember the year Meechy started singing with he angels<br />
I will remember the year on Youtube and listening to motivation<br />
I will remember the year I read Richest man in Babylon<br />
I will remember the year of plays, movies, musicals and Titlope's Open<br />
I will remember the year I won with the winning FBblueprintlive team<br />
so many things, this year I grew... I lived bold... I was happy<br />
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here's to living in God's grace in 2018, walking in His steps, allowing Him to lead me. To brilliant opportunities and bolder actions and steps, to being the best and hardworking, to grand things!!!<br />
<i>I know my help comes from the Lord</i>flygirlbidiishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126377772058112933noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725762387054964979.post-78107260709651050172017-12-14T21:23:00.001+01:002017-12-14T21:23:52.564+01:00of the cold drift unexpectedIt snowed in London, and the delays and cancellations were but of course EPIC. London needs to learn and adhere to the Boy Scout motto - the previous and the current one.<br />
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It didn't snow out here, but it did in New Orleans and Houston. It was icy cold, Lord knows like London I wasn't so prepared. I was closer tho. Last Saturday was really cold, my hoodie helped out. I had ordered a blanket the previous week.<br />
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I am really just slipping into new place, new culture ish... A part of me isn't liking, the cold weather hasn't helped and my room is still a bit unfurnished.<br />
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I got a table at last and I am working on a room transformation project that I am loving. Thankfully, Pinterest is still amazing.<br />
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I just finished reading, <a href="https://www.amazon.com/One-Smore-Summer-Campfire-1/dp/1943858381" target="_blank">One S'more summer</a> by Beth Merlin, I loved it. I am looking forward to lots of cups of hot chocolate, tacos and plenty reading for my holiday.<br />
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Another road trip coming soon, ha! the Bliss traveling brings<br />
<br />flygirlbidiishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126377772058112933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725762387054964979.post-87113649863056211852017-11-30T19:46:00.001+01:002017-11-30T19:46:59.536+01:00of mattresses, new cities and PEAKI will tell you about <a href="http://www.peak.net/" target="_blank">PEAK</a>. This is an app I got over a year ago that has daily brain exercises you can do.<br />
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Your girl attained grand master status in one of the games and guess what happened I never got the game to play again well till today... I am so excited i put down my ipod to type this post!<br />
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It has been a long while, and I also didn't complete the Nigerian Anthem lyrics title posts in October. I am afraid but it will have to be completed another time.<br />
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I moved cities, countries again. I actually miss London however i currently reside in the sunshine state and I know for a fact today it is snowing in London I don't miss that. I love Miami, I love Miami after Capetown before Cairo. I could live there tho especially with a bit of London infusion however there is no place like London, I am fine with that.<br />
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I really didn't like my move but I see it as one big adventure so I mentally adapted. It will be crazy, fun, a couple of down time days, many many things and DISNEY omg!<br />
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Of mattresses, lets just say I haven't got a <a href="https://purple.com/mattress/buy" target="_blank">Purple</a> mattress yet, I really dunno what all the hype is about it. If I do be sure I will type about it. I sure had an ordeal just trying to get myself a mattress in this unfurnished rental area.<br />
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Tis going to be on Huge-Theme-Park life... I say bring it on!<br />
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Here's to something new, something different and many things exciting...! xoxo Flygirlflygirlbidiishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126377772058112933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725762387054964979.post-81341434527435882452017-10-17T10:25:00.001+01:002018-08-18T14:58:02.254+01:00The labour of our heroes pastShall never be in vain!<br />
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flygirlbidiishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126377772058112933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725762387054964979.post-15102807929439767712017-10-06T10:14:00.001+01:002017-10-06T10:14:17.613+01:00With love and strength and faithServe with love, love breaks walls and strongholds. I am currently loving Ric Hassani's Only you<div><br></div><div>Serve with strength, strength gives hope that tomorrow will be great. I took a bold step, I am embarking on a new adventure in a new place next month.</div><div><br></div><div>Serve with faith, faith is visionary. Faith turns dreams in your heart to dreams you can touch.</div>flygirlbidiishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126377772058112933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725762387054964979.post-55223729099465211592017-10-05T11:05:00.001+01:002017-10-05T11:05:00.133+01:00To serve our father land, our mother's tooTo serve is not to be selfish, greedy or entirely self focused. It is to help, heal in some cases, to bend, to protect where the need arises, to genuinely care and show concern...<div><br></div><div>To serve is to consider a neighbor's needs too</div><div><br></div><div>When we serve we do not make room for tribal differences to settle, instead we turn our differences into strengths we need to create solutions for problems that arise </div><div><br></div><div>Ps: Real leadership is leaders recognizing that they serve the people that they lead- Pete Hoekstra</div>flygirlbidiishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126377772058112933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725762387054964979.post-83043603689839245272017-10-03T09:28:00.001+01:002017-10-03T09:28:04.496+01:00Nigerians call Obey, really?who do you obey?<div>When you drive in the opposite direction on a one way route, who do you obey?</div><div>When you throw dirt outta your car while driving, who do you obey?</div><div>When you settle some official to do wrong things, who do you obey?</div><div>When you falsify your age for official positions, who do you obey?</div><div><br></div><div><br></div>flygirlbidiishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126377772058112933noreply@blogger.com3