VALENTINE'S, ELECTION DAY & RUMOUR MONGERS

So we are all still living in Nigeria with bated breaths as we await the dreaded February 14^th 2015, the Election Day. So many threats have been thrown around and there have been bloodshed in people’s homes. All these have caused so much tension in a nation that should be enjoying peace and stability.

The greedy quest for power by our government has turned Nigerian citizens into pawns in a dangerous game. Nigerians are now used as collateral in the fight by individuals to rule a nation not for the purpose of bringing good tidings but to further diminish its national resources and make Nigeria a failed nation.

I am particularly scared for myself and my family. You cannot discard all the rumours about the impending doom of the Election Day. There have been several demonic promises if certain individuals do not come into power of the State. I fear for my husband who has to go work, I fear for my parents who do not exactly live in a state security house, I fear for my child who has to go to school, I fear for my siblings who live around Lagos and I fear for Nigeria not to break into smithereens. I have always said it that maybe if we had natural disasters like those Asian countries, maybe our political circumstances will be more edifying. We have been so blessed with no such disasters but we have been cursed with government catastrophe.

I heard that a large percentage of the Igbo people who went home for Christmas celebrations in 2014 have not returned to Lagos because of the crisis that may follow the Valentine’s day election. That thing that would keep an Igbo man from his daily business activities is a very scary thing which is why I am so scared about what these Igbo people may know or be expecting to happen.

A terrorist recently committed suicide by bombing taking with him 6 people and he did this in someone’s home. A home is where we all believe is a safe place. I work in a public place, so imagine my frantic mood everyday as I resume for work. It does not help that my personal office is like a penthouse in the building but man must chop now. I have often questioned our management if they have thought of scrutinizing women dressed in that muslim garb called Ijab or something. What if a fanatic woman with a suicide bomb walks into our office claiming she needs our services but has come with a devious intent? There was an old woman who kept bomb inside a food cooler, wasn’t there? Management is so calm. What is she talking about? Are we going to shut down our business because of some bombings that have not reached Lagos?

You see, I believe the people who are calm despite all the body count in the news everyday are those who are so sure Boko Haram will never find their way into Lagos. We should not be so relaxed. I have heard that all those tanker explosions in Apapa were not as reported. It is so easy for us to read the news about 2,000 dead people, 279 missing girls or so, hundreds of charred bodies in Jabi Park and as long as we call our families who confirm they and their properties are intact, we just sigh and move on.

 

I choose you over APC and PDP!

Now Valentine’s is here, a day I have been looking forward to since last year not for political reasons but to take time off work, show some love and of course get or share lovely gifts.

So typical of the government to turn a day of love into a day where everyone has to go and hide in their bunkers cowering like cornered rodents. This is the first Valentine ’s Day I am not looking forward to. Even those times I was single without a prospective date, I still hoped that someone will always turn up. Last year Val’s was so delish, there was cake, wine, ice cream, chocolates, dinner dates, dinner gowns and of course luxury hotels. I come dey think now say, is that my last Val?

I wish I could leave the country with my family but I appear to them as always scared for nothing. Then again, I think to myself, how safe is the country I want us to run to? Why are we running like fugitives from our home country? Should our country not be a haven for us all? We are all first citizens here, there is no enjoyment living in a foreign state where you are always second, a minority or considered an inferior race.

So I have decided to stay in Nigeria but I have also become a prayer warrior. I pray everyday so that I always remember that with God Almighty, we shall all end well. May we see this “Val-election day” and many more days in Jesus name. Amen.

Forever Mo.

Hello everyone, so I have not blogged in almost a year. Blogging is tasking, it may not seem like a huge undertaking if you were smiling to the bank everyday like our former model, sister LI. Ya'all know who I'm talking about. I have so much to say, so much to complain about, so much to gossip, so much to reveal, so much to share and so little time.

I'm going to try to summarize all that I've been doing since I last blogged. I've become a wife (juicy!), mother (plenty story for here), fully discovered the forbidden fruit (Told ya it was juicy), found a niche in my career (After all the hustle), gained a little weight (62kg gunning for 55kg), joined the millionaire's club (Just kidding, you think?) and the list goes on.

So after eons of not opening up my blog, I still remember my password, the important thing about password is to ensure it has something to do with what you do everyday and you will never forget it. So for those of you who have opened 20 e-mail addresses, keep that in mind. I saw a comment waiting for approval on my blog page and I just had to post it here. Unfortunately, the comment was painfully by an anonymous person, what was that person thinking? Do you think this is Linda's blog? No one's faceless here o. Put a name to your face jor. Obviously, the person is a guy and his comment was very honest, I guess that's why he had to hide his identity.

The comment was on one of my previous post about men staring at women as if women are bananas and men are monkeys.

For me, that several moments are spent imagining what the woman looks like naked. Or feels like naked. Or the things I'd like to be doing with her while naked. I can also accurately predict what a woman's vagina looks like based on her facial features. So I'm making that assessment as well. on WHY DO MEN STARE AT WOMEN?

HE NEVER SLEEPS, HE NEVER SLUMBERS

It is true what people say that we usually forget where we are coming from especially when we reach a certain comfortable stage in life. Sometimes, we even forget how dedicated we were to God when we were in need. When we have nothing, most of us are really humble, polite, sensitive and quite hardworking depending on our life choices. We do this because we want better things out of life, then when we do get them, what next?

I read a girl’s story on a popular blog today, it was such a heart-wrenching tale that I’m crying as I type this piece. I should just stop reading the said blog because it keeps reminding me of how much struggle is out there and how blessed I am. Then again, what I read on this blog also keeps me grounded and always knocks me right back to those days when I was a charity case. So I guess I’ll keep reading and using people’s life experiences to remind myself that I owe everything to God Almighty. One day, God will give me the strength to not only be a reader of the blog but also to extend my hand to someone who sincerely needs it just like others did for me.

Sorry for my digression from the story that made me have enough zest to come back to this blog after I didn’t blog at all through 2014. As usual, I’m at a low point in my life, that’s why I feel like writing. Writing is good, I prefer it to talking to people sometimes, it’s a personal release for me. I guess 2014 was such a happy year that I felt no need to blog, lolz. I’m not saying bloggers are sad people, some people have bought Range Rovers off blogging, I’m sure they are always happy.

Anyways, so this girl’s story was about how she lost her father and her father’s family threw her mum out accusing her of the father’s death. The father’s relatives usurped his property which included houses, cars and even access to a bank account meant for the three children. They turned her and her siblings into trade slaves after promises of good education, thankfully they were allowed to finish secondary school. The part that got to me was where she asked for help to further her education from one of her married uncles who got a lot of help from her late father and this ingrate of an uncle tried to force himself on her.

This just brought back so many sad memories for me. Sometimes, I wish we were in the era of those periods in the Bible when God would strike down people for any misdeed, I just know such men will be extinct. This married uncle can be of help to his niece but he has told her that the only way he would do so is if she slept with him. So many men wield this fiendish power. If you are a man and you have held someone ransom on the basis of sex before you help them, there’s a special seat waiting for you in hell. 

It happened to me sometime in 2006. It was one of my best friend’s dad and till today, I never told her. This man watched me grow up and when he made such an advance, I was so shocked. That was the last time I ever stayed in the same room with him or even laid my eyes on him. It gave me a strong resolve to be someone great in life.

I give God all the glory that today by his grace, I’m not where I aspire to be (it’s never enough) but I can still walk out on any lascivious man who may be making promises of giving me billions. I also want to thank God for keeping my parents to this day and for not letting death throw our family into despair. I thank God for the strength he gave my mum to stand firm by all her children even when we thought she could do better, she saw a better future and she was right.

I thank God that even as a charity case, he did not expose me to the elements, he has, he’s still and will always protect his own. 

I pray that God grants me that conviction, direction and fortitude to reach out to people and be a blessing to them.

If there’s anyone out there going through a tough time, please turn to God and I know you have heard this many times but with him, the end is always the best. One night, I cried to him by starting with the plea for forgiveness of sins and I’m sure he heard me because right from that moment, my life changed. 

Likewise, if you are currently basking in abundance now, do not forget God who has made everything possible for you. Do not lavish your savings on things that will take you back to naught. 

Yes, there were times I almost gave up but God’s love overshadowed my life, this can happen to you too. Whatever you are going through, be it loss, heartbreak, poverty, barrenness, sickness, they are all ways to make you shout out to God and let him know that like Job in the Bible, you still believe and have faith in him.


As long as there is life, there is hope. Look up and smile.

May God be with us all.

Forever Mo.