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Sometimes I Just Want to............

Be sincere! I know you feel that way sometimes..you sometimes wish you can smack the taste out of their mouth on the busy streets of Lagos. it's annoying how many people don't care for their safety, let alone the safety of other road users. Don't get me wrong, most of the time these aren't drivers under the influence; it's either caused by plain ignorance or stupidity. Certain factors drive an unqualified driver in search of a job especially when they hear the pay is good.  A good-paying job does not equal having the right skill set to apply. Unfortunately, they scheme their way in with the hopes to learn on the job. Okada/motorcycle and Keke riders, danfo buses, and major public transport drivers have gradually turned driving experiences into nightmares. I recall getting a call one fine morning for a job at a recording studio and I figured taking a bike would help me beat traffic and get me there on time, I got a bike almost immediately - wrong decision  The firs

The Aso-Ebi Syndrome

April 21  ·  Edited I have asked this question for a very long time...." why must I wear Aso-ebi to every wedding I attend?" Ask my friends and they would tell you that I'm never pressured to buy one Anyway...you must have heard of the presiden t's daughters wedding and how some women in orange Gele scrambled for gifts at the event....and let me tell you, this happens at almost every wedding I attend...women fighting for plastic and any other gift handed out at the event...but in this case the gifts were really nice. Apart from an entitlement to gifts, the Asoebi gives u a special seat  (all the while I didn't get to wear one I still got gifts and a special seat...sighs...) There are girls who would do anyhting to purchase these so- called aso-ebi every single week!...and the price of the materials range from 2,500 Naira to 100 thousand Naira So every week some girls end up with high blood pressure trying to figure where to get money to buy the

You May Call It 'The Return Of The Flying Monkey' But I Freaking Love My Job!!!

If there was anything to describe where I worked .....I would call it a blend of scenes from African magic, the Chinese Dragons with a blend of scenes from the movie Men in black I worked in a place that  had mixture of races under its employ at constant logger heads almost every minute and these arguments were about the usual things; why somesome did not do his/her job or how some one was rude to another or  about some office gossip We didn't need any kind of Television program to entertain ourselves while we worked ..everything was at our disposal and for FREE!!! the only problem was that we could not decide what movie or which country we were visiting -as the actors chose what character they would play depending on their mood, all we needed was a bowl of pop corn It was hilarious  because when an argument broke out ...everyone one would immediately take on a character, most of the time it was usually a Chinese kunfo character, a pissed off Nigerian market woman or some coo