Monthly Archives: November 2013

Am I special or what?

Lols. So finally my birthday haf come. Yayyyyy

Sure had fun today. And yeah, the gifts also made it worth while.

First things first. I am sorry I couldn’t post last week. My laptop just won’t connect to the Internet.  Now I am forced to use my phone.  Which is as you can guess not very alright.  Anyways. I promised and have to fulfill my promise.

The giveaway ended today. Soooooo. There is a winner. *ding ding* Naija wife is the winner of my birthday giveaway. Not sure I ever mentioned the prize. A £50 Asos voucher or the naira equivalent. So yeah, I shall be contacting you soon. Thank you to all those who took time to comment.

So back to the matter. For those I “harassed” with my 26 pictures month, doh o. Sure you enjoyed seeing my pictures right? Zinger, SNM, Angelsbeauty, JustJoxy, friends like no other. A big thank you. Naijawife, thislagosgirl, Tee, Worship and Swag, Segun, *big hug and kisses*. IfeD, you rock my world.

Would just give you a bit of how the day went….
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As much as I hate pink, my office managed to give me a pink cake. And to those who know how much I love cakes and flowers…. hehe… and shoes right?

Thank you thank you thank you. And happy birthday to me.

Gracias

Post Number what?

Apparently it is now a sin to drive and live not far from work as everybody else gets to close early while you stay back just because “you have a car”.

Moving on….

I have tried to post for the last 3 days but somehow my laptop and ipad would just not connect to the internet at home. Yet both phones are connected fine fine. And as I am old fashioned, I don’t do small screens…

When I said I had a lot to blog about, I am sure people thought I had serious things to talk about. I lie…

Just the randomest of all things…

1. This sun is killing me. From early morning. Hian!!!!

2. I have been told I give people attitude….

3. We have this new gateman who is very lazy. Yes, I call someone lazy. To even wash car for morning wahala. The old one would wake up early and clean all the cars even before the drivers get in. This one? *smh*. Now I want the old gateman back like yesterday. Especially with harmattan coming.

4. What is the real essence of companies engaging in CSR? I shall preach about it sometime soon.

5. The damage feminists and women empowerment have done. I can’t even start to write.

6. Women and covert operations…..

7. I said I won’t comment on angelsbeauty’s post on accidents. But the kind of almost accidents I have had or seen “almost happen” in the last week, I believe people should stay home if they can’t drive or head out early if you are in a rush or something. Even worse, I heard of a bizzare accident. Where 2 people are making rational decisions yet someone ended up dead. Ki Olorun ma fi iso e sowa (may God continue to protect us).

Well, I can go on as I presently am just at work staring at my system doing nothing. Anywayz…..

Tada

 

Perfect or Permissive Will?

This is just going to be a mix of different things….

I was at a Singles programme in Church on Saturday and whilst the guest minister was talking, he said something I have heard and I am sure a lot of people have heard over time; is that thing, that job, that husband, that wife, good for you? Even if it/job/she/he is good, is it acceptable to God? And it hit me. Many times I pray for God’s will to be done. And I am thinking and disecting and “deciding” how I want it to play out, what I want to happen just because it is good. And because it is good, it must likely must be acceptable afterall? So even when I pray let your will be done, am I asking for His perfect will or His permissive will? Am I asking God to grant His permission because that is what I want? I began to feel praying “let your will be done” was really vague; ambigious. It could be either His perfect will or His permissive will.

Sometimes last week during the morning family devotion, we touched on the subject forgiveness and my uncle said something very instructive: forgiveness isn’t forgiving someone you can’t hurt (someone bigger/stronger than you) i.e. Lagos State took your land and you are forming I have forgiven Fashola. He said forgiveness is forgiving someone you have the power, authority, resource to hurt YET you refuse to. Funny Open Heavens yesterday touched on the same subject as meekness: having the power to do damage and not doing it.

Which takes me to my next point. Do you choose to forgive/make peace/make amends because we are instructed to “as much as possible, as long as it lies within your power live at peace with all men”? Or to show that you are the “bigger/more mature” person? I have a colleague who is “mad” at me (for a very silly reason). So I tell our mutual friend. And he goes “go apologise”- which I understood and was going to do. He then adds “and show that you are the bigger person”. I paused and frankly I made up my mind I wasn’t going to apologise. At least not at that point. Because it dawned on me I won’t be apologising because I offended her (more so it isn’t even something you would count as an offense) but because I wanted to show I was more mature or the first to apologise.

I see angelsbeauty‘s birthday in the horizon. Yeah she is a few days older. Happy birthday in advance sis. Reminds me of the time Just Joxy thought we were sisters.

And yeah, it is a few weeks to the end of the giveaway so if you haven’t commented, you still got 2 weeks to comment.

You must have noticed no #Scandal talk in a couple of posts. Lets just keep it that way till I catch up with the outstanding 2 episodes I haven’t watched. And why do I have to wait till next year for #Suits?

I actually have a lot more to blog about. Maybe I would break the rule and post once more this week.

Side note: Perfection is attainable. Grace is getting admission into the Christian race; fees paid by Christ. You as the student now have to do the work, study, attend tutorials, read e.t.c to get a distinction/first class (perfection). Nothing less than a distinction. Merit aint allowed. Moreover, we have the teacher (the Holy Spirit) to help us when the examiner (the devil) comes with the tests and examinations. And don’t we have people who graduate from school with a first class/distinction? So who says perfection is unattainable?

Have a beautiful week people.

Wilderness Experience?

Almost missed my Tuesday post again. Blame it on work. As I have just entered house now now.

Completely off what I was going to talk about (that said, I can’t even remember half of what I was initially going to blog about this morning. Oh well), what constitutes a wilderness experience? I would have said I have had my fair share of wilderness experiences (no matter the duration) BUT….

I got home, saw a missed call and returned the call. There is this friend of mine from church who from the word go always told me to take this job as a wilderness experience. Initially it didn’t make sense. Months on, it makes major sense. Now, his statement has turned to a question. Anytime we see or he calls, his first question is “have you learnt what you are supposed to learn from this job”? First reaction is “I have learnt”. But he keeps asking the same question. Then ends with “It is not for me to decide if you have learnt, but until you learn, you are not leaving this job”. Now should I be scared? I have had an application pending for almost a year. It would be a year on the 28th. And anytime it seems something is gonna come out of it, the organization just goes on break and leave me hanging. Till they suddenly wake up another day. Considering the kind of drama at work recently, in fact the drama today and then the call this night, is this really a wilderness experience? And what am I meant to learn sef?

Moving on. I seriously need help. Apparently I wear my emotions on my face. So whilst my mouth might be saying something, my body or my eyes (face) is saying something else. How can I get both to behave?

In unrelated but very exciting news. The last born of my uni friends is getting married. Yayyy. She got engaged on the 1st. Means an early 2014 wedding. #happy much. I blogged at different points about the other 3 getting married this year.

Side note: what shall it profit a friend to pound another’s yam and not let his bestie win his giveaway?

And in case you don’t know, there is another giveaway o. Thank me later

*signing out* this babes is famished.