Note to a stranger

Note 1

Dear stranger in teal trousers, it was nice of you to pay for my meal the other day. Such generosity is rare these days. I loved the way you rocked the teal trousers. I could borrow some tips from you. However, kindly keep it down when you are on the phone. We really don’t care how much millions you are willing or not willing to pay for a service. Also it is pretty rude to snatch another’s cash in the name of trying to catch one’s attention. Try “hello” and take it up from there next time. Thirdly, thou shalt not stare. That said, hoping to run into you sometimes soon.

Note 2

Dear tall guy, I was wondering if we had met before when you greeted me as I walked out of the supermarket last week. Strange yeah as I don’t recall ever meeting you. But I smiled and replied. And I was hoping and seriously praying it would stop there. That you won’t behave the way I imagined you would. Alas, I was wrong. Weren’t you taught not to talk to strangers? Did you expect me to wait and talk to you in a near empty car-park?

Note 3

Aunty (as we have to call you), it was nice meeting a new aunty after 2x years. Seems till I die I would always meet some relation or the other. However you still remain a stranger as I cannot even recall your name or face or the connection. Don’t you think though it is improper to talk “bad” about someone on his wedding day? You decided to give me the history of a cousin (I knew not until that day). How much of a bad child he is and how but for my father you wouldn’t have come for the wedding. I would rather you didn’t because you have succeeded in distorting my opinion. For all I know, he might not even be what you said he is but I can’t see him now and view him favourably. On his wedding day for that matter. Kindly keep your opinions to yourself and let me form mine about people.

In other news, am I the only one who thinks people are just getting worked up over this Margaret Thatcher’s issue. Can we just respect the dead and move on? All these “Ding Dong the Witch is dead” and the likes are they necessary? No matter how bad a person was, they got relations who are mourning, can we just let them grieve?

In other other news, a friend said during the week that guys are monitoring spirits. Na only guys dey stalk?

And Happy Belated Birthday to Angelsbeauty… Many more blogging years.

Happy Sunday people and have a blessed week.

Happy Anniversary

Yayyyy. My blog is two. Seems like yesterday…

So here are my shout outs…

Thank you to Akinjide who encouraged me to start blogging and even chose the name.

Thank you to the friends I have made on blogsville. Big sis Just Joxy, friend mi Angelsbeauty, BFF/CMF mi (lol) SingleNigerianMan and the many many people who have become friends.

A big thank you to my 129 followers, 22 blog followers and 107 twitter followers. Wow didn’t know I had that many people on twitter following my blog. I guess I need to watch what I tweet right?

A big thank you to everyone who has commented on this blog in the last two years. To my top commenter (that’s the word right? Well, I am using it), Angelsbeauty. Wow, 54 comments. You try small. To Just Joxy with 23 comments (and my first commenter), SNM with 20 comments, Hannah’s Heaven and WorshipandSwag both with 13 (you would understand why I listed them in a bit). And to those who are not top commenters, I see your comments and I really really appreciate them (especially Akinjide Ojo, O.S. Hughes, Ms Tizzle, Funlayo Ojo, Tolu Ige, Daireenonline). You can’t and might not know what your comments mean to me. The fact that you all read and commented.

To those who read and don’t comment then see me and let me know they read what I wrote, thank you e.g. Chidinma and Biyi. To those who read and don’t comment on the blog but  would ping me or tweet at me, thank you so much e.g. Biola. Yes I am name calling….

I hope I have covered all.

Now to the competition. There is a winner. I debated whether to add males (as I had two male commenters who dropped by when the competition was on) as it is an Asos gift voucher (Asos get male stuff don’t get me wrong). Well, I did. I also debated whether to add WorshipandSwag since I already said it wasn’t open to US readers. I did sha. I guess seeing she was part of my top commenters changed my mind. I am ready to find someone in US to deliver your gift if you win. I also added Hannah’s Haven though she didn’t comment as she was also a top commenter. Some up to four times.

It just had to be you right?

Anyways, the winner is SingleNigerianMan. So lets “see” on twitter. Shey you would become my BFF/CMF now?

Once again THANK YOU SO MUCH. Love you all. Gracias

Tada

Showerella and four other things

Whew, 99th post… Drums rolling…..

I promised to do something on showerella. Hopefully this would be one of many ish on young entrepreneurs.

Showerella was born out of a passion to entertain. It was founded by Ike (my girlfriend since 1987, I shall famz) a graduate of Chemistry from University of Sheffield. Showerella is the place where you find exquisite products to create a pre-wedding party to last a life time. You can read more about the story behind showerella on the blog. Starting with perfumes, Showerella has grown to include other products to make a bride-to-be’s day memorable. With the help of her sister and a childhood friend, they have been able to create Scentelier, a ready to go activity box set. The Scentelier perfume making party box set contains all you need to host a stylish perfume party for 10, 15 or 25 guests. It is now available online and would soon hit stores in the UK and US. More activity box sets are in production and would also be hitting stores soon.

You can visit the website showerella, follow on twitter (@showerella), like on facebook and join on pinterest. I have seen and I know how much work is being put into this business and I can assure you it would be worth it. So MOHs, sisters and sisters-in-law to be, bridesmaids, even mothers/mothers-in-law to be, there you go. Treat that friend, sister, daughter to a fabulous bridal shower.

Life is too short for boring parties.

Four other things

Sea/ship themed bridal showers

Not ended on bridal showers. No, just not yet. Saw some pictures of a sea themed bridal shower over the weekend. Lawd, it was gorg. Ladies dressed as sailors. Got me seriously thinking. I want a beach themed bridal shower. Enough of in the house, at a restaurant, bar ish ish bridal showers. Let the bikins out.

Reading

It is amazing that I have a 9-6 job and I still find time to read. While I was home with nothing to do, I found it hard reading the Point Man. I get a “job” and I find time to read a chapter every other day. Updating in a few minutes.

Hustle 

I was about entering into my car yesterday when some dude greets me. I look at him from the side of my eye, answer BUT spent a few seconds sizing him and his car (unfortunately, the part of the car I saw made it look a late 1990s, early 2000s car). And the kind of thoughts that entered my head ehn, I am ashamed. Right after, I heard clearly in my mind, “don’t knock another man’s hustle. Do you know how much he saved to buy the car? Because “wan gbe moto si e nidi” (dem dash you car for house), you are disrespecting others”. I wanted to cry. Just entered the car jeje and drove off. Only to see it was a 2008-10 thereabout Avalon  (I saw the car from my side na). I spent the journey home thinking about how easy it is for one to knock another man’s hustle especially when you have had things easy. The “curse” of having a car to drive. Now am beginning to look at people based on the car they drive (I seriously still feel bad about what happened and the kind of silly thoughts). I was seriously reprimanded in my spirit. It was a “na because you get moto you dey look down on another, moto wey no be your own” kinda ish. Funny I have never thought or looked down on another based on the car he/she drives. Where that silly thought came from yesterday I dunno.

All bark no bite

I can no longer bite. You may not understand. I am one of those who when things aint going their way, I could easily lose it. Throw tantrums, sulk, I am just a drama queen. Selfish I know. Working on it biko. I do all I can to get things done my way. When something bad/wrong happens, I can also quickly lose it. I kinda bully people. However, in the last 2-3 months I have been somehow subdued. Like things happen I could easily go over the edge and I am just calm. Seriously calm. Like a friend said recently about an issue, “I am surprised at your response. The person I know would have…..”. My iPhone fell into water at the salon while getting my nails done. Old me would have flipped. I actually just picked the phone, tried draining the water and dropped it in my bag. Everybody kept saying aunty sorry and me I was just smiling. I just had this “what can I do” feeling, it has happened, it has happened, you can’t change it ish. Got home and told my elder sister what happened and she was like “and you didn’t do anything?” I replied “kini mo fe shey?” She was shocked.

Things happen and I just let it go… I am beginning to think they all think there is something wrong with me at home. I was talking to mumsie the other day and she said my sisters reported me to her. And then she goes on asking if am sure all is well. I would have raked for my sisters that day (normally) but somehow I just let it slide. *sigh*. Am I sure all is well?

Side note: Maxwell is coming to town and I can’t go. For a zillion reasons. Maxwell isn’t the kind of person you go see with someone of the same sex. Neither should you go with someone who isn’t your significant other. I am seriously sad just thinking about it alone. Forgot to mention that the 2nd anniversary competition is now closed. The winner would be announced on Sunday 10th. Gift is a 50 quid pound Asos voucher. So all those who commented before 31st, keep praying. Won’t pick the winner till Sunday. Funny how my blog’s anniversary falls on one of my le boos birthdays. Popman too is celebrating his birthday on the 7th. Excited much.

What’s good yo????

It has been a while I have logged in here. E ma binu (I am sorry). Trying to sort myself out as per job ish and all. Plus I also want my 100th post to coincide with this blog’s 2nd anniversary and as I am 2 posts shy of that, I gas watch how often I log in. Started “work” at an interior design company some 3 minutes from home on Monday. Well more like having a “somewhere to go to pending when you get a job” place. Grateful for elder sisters and brothers you can count on. The owner (I would call her and her husband my egbons) just called me up one morning to ask if I didn’t mind doing an internship till I get a job. Could I refuse? No. And am loving every bit.

Which brings me to the main reason for this post. Every wondered why recruiters/interviewers get upset and all during interviews? Well I had first hand experience yesterday. We are recruiting for a client service officer. Four ladies showed up yesterday for their interviews. Lady 1 cannot express herself, kept looking down. She was born in 1991. Lady 2, came in, was asked questions and she started laughing. Like seriously? We had to ask her to stop laughing. Then she started smiling. Ok, you say you have worked as a secretary and receptionist. How would the skills you got apply in this case. Madam is still smiling. Ok let us help her a bit. As a secretary, you interacted with people yeah? With the people skills you got, how would it help in this case? She still couldn’t answer. For like 10 minutes. Do you know what we do here? No answer. We had to ask her to leave. She was born in 1977. Lady 3 came in, immediately asked what the company was about, locations and some quick questions before her interview began. Fair enough. And lady 4? Forgot her CV at home. By then, I was definitely done. I mentioned the years of birth of the first 2 ladies yeah. Got me thinking. Is it safe to say that education in Nigeria started going down since the late 1970s?

Today, I was on the other side of the divide. I went for a test. It was a very laughable but serious experience. 3 out of 7 of us could construct sentences properly. In fact one of the others asked me “can you cut your eraser for me?” I had a blank stare at first. The last time I heard someone put cut and eraser especially with that accent was 10 years ago. You know those GCE exams where we were thrown to some village to write your papers surrounded by Ibadan gehs? Or when the same lady said (after 50 minutes) “I don’t know the time has gone”.

I am sorry but I had this disgusted look when I saw the people I was writing the test with. I felt bad though. That was all shades of wrong but I couldn’t help it. If you are applying for a post as an analyst and you can’t speak properly…. I shouldn’t have I know. After all the test was more of GMAT and you don’t need to speak Queen’s English to answer the Mathematics, Data Sufficiency and Logical reasoning bits. And I wonder at times what people read when they get mails. A mail is sent out to you asking you to bring your WAEC certificate right? You claim you don’t have a WAEC certificate so you bring your NECO certificate. However, the mail specified WAEC and you didn’t bother contacting the person who sent you the mail informing him/her that you had no WAEC certificate? Do we bother paying attention to things? Even the little things? Plus I don’t believe the “I don’t have a WAEC certificate story”. I believe if you did Secondary School in Nigeria, it is compulsory you write WAEC right? So how come you don’t have a WAEC certificate? Maybe it is just me sha.

In other news, I am no longer engaged neither am I married yet. Go figure. Not kissing, not telling. Case closed. Lips sealed. Loools. Don’t ask, won’t say.

I wonder why guys think once they see a female she has no idea how to operate a system nonetheless any other gadget. I was at the office yesterday and I ask the guy with the only system with internet connectivity if I could use the PC. Dude decides to take me through how to send a mail. Yes you heard me. A MAIL. How to use webmail o. I was almost going to tell him “dude, aint nobody got time for that. I used webmail for 3 freaking years and would bloody teach you how to use a PC cause you don’t”. Today nko, I wanted to turn off the central speaker and all and he starts telling me “this is how you turn off an ipod”. Emi? Proud owner of an ipod, iphone and ipad. Ish… Yes I got Apple bragging rights. Next is a mac book. Am badt like that.

Stumbled on these pictures on instagram.

Uhmmm if the colour pictures is true (which is though), I should have come as a guy. I no sabi all the tangerine and royal purple and all those colours you women say. Green is green. Blue is blue. I remember buying a shoe online. The colour? Petrol blue. Got me interested and decided to buy. When the shoe came, it was every shade of dark green. Nothing blue in it at all. *smh*. Or buying similar shades of shoes from three different stores. It was called stone in Dorothy Perkins, nude in Next and some other funny name in Newlook.

Anything till further notice in this post is my alter ego talking. Being single is wack ba? Ehn if you know who you want to be with, go and be with him/her na. Is it that hard? If you are a guy and and you like a babe, ask the geh na? Hian. Stop whining. Be a man. And if you are the babe, ask him out. Kapish. Ok. alter ego has logged out.

Finally. Whew you say ba? Na you sabi. Those who know me, know I love parties. Or better still, I love organizing parties. Especially weddings and all the parties before weddings. So you find me tweeting and liking anything that has to do weddings. My alter ego also plans weddings. Well, of all the pre wedding ish, I love bridal showers most and I have helped organize a couple and would def be organizing more. I really believe every woman deserves to have a lovely bridal shower. Like seriously beautiful shower. Like Ike (showerella) would say, “life is too short for boring parties”. So hopefully, my next post would be an article on showerella. Do yourself (and me) a favour and visit http://www.showerella.com, follow showerella on twitter, be friends on facebook (abi na like?), find her on pinterest and promote my sister’s business. By the way, my alter ego also has a bridal shower company where we stock party favours and help you organize your party. So bridesmaids, friends, maids of honour, sisters, sisters-in-law (you all know yourselves jo), contact my alter ego.

Ok final final, last one, please na. Last one. I have found someone with a “worse” surname. Worse in quotes o. I have a last name which is very feminine. So when people ask my name, I get questions like “which one is the name, which one is the surname”? Or they just shorten my surname assuming that is my first name. Well I met a Damola Detola (I sincerely hope she doesn’t see this because me I would deny). Figure out which is the first name and which is the last.

Sidenote: make una help me beg SingleNigerianMan to be my bff jare. He said he can’t be my bff. He doesn’t do fine gehs. Please help me tell him I AM NOT FINE na.

Tada