How are you doing? Feeling new year-ish or you are down with the long feeling of January. However the situation is for you, I hope you work in that thing that you have always wanted.
I did and although it’s not been easy, I’m happy to navigating this new site.
I have enjoyed posting here and honestly, thanks to READER, I look at my insights for this blog and I’m shocked at how the page actually gets views. Thank you, now let me re-direct you to a new and better space.
Since taking this blogging serious and how it has helped ease off my thoughts and mind, I knew I had to take proper steps to build something and grow.
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Do you have faith that your prayers will be answered.
Hi my friend, yes you hehe. you coming to read this, makes me happy. So let’s dive in.
St. Monica, Patron saint of women
Sometimes we pause and think if God is hearing our heartfelt intentions to him at all. At some point, we feel maybe he is far or is taking time which some Tt feel very long!!! Lol. We hear and see other people’s stories and testimonies of God’s wonders and blessings in their lives and we ponder “when ours will come too” Before we proceed, have you ever actually paused for a while and think, even if at you have enjoyed God’s blessings and favours, most of the time, we have good things come our way but they go unrecognised because we are fixed on that particular intention of ours to God……. remember, in appreciation of the smallest things come the bigger ones!
Ok!!! where am I heading… Today the Catholic Church celebrates the memorial of St. Monica, the mother to St. Augustine. She was known for her perseverance in prayer. She prayed for the conversion of her husband, Patritius and her mother in law. Patritius converted before dying as told by history. St. Monica has three children, two of them were said to have joined religious congregations, however, Augustine is said to have lived a wayward life and this made St. Monica very concerned and prayed for his conversion. What continues to fascinate me was her devotion to praying for St. Augustine for 17 good years, nonstop!!!! for his conversion to the faith. It obviously didn’t go easy, St. Monica went through tremendous suffering, in the hope that her son will change one day. Imagine praying for someone and they don’t seem to change, the times of wanting to quit and focus on other things (I mean she had two other kids, didn’t they matter, were they not worth praying for or not) but she never stopped. The numerous tears shed, the pains, the hours of fasting and devoting every single day in prayers, such sacrifices take courage and faith to continue the journey. She did all this for her son; the love of a mother is amazing!!!
After 17 years, not days, years! Phewww. God showed he was indeed God and St. Augustine converted, became a religious and even wrote books one of which is “Confessions” All these motivational talks, hehe, what am I still trying to point at. It is absolutely normal that we ask God for a lot of good things(who no like better thing lol), but something we don’t realise is that it just doesn’t happen swiftly as we say them, a lot goes on and sometimes it takes an ample of time before it finally pulls through. Take, for instance, some graduates with good brains and a good level of soft and hard skills still linger around the job search bracket for a while before landing an offer. They never planned it that way but sometimes, the offer comes with even bigger packages, another may be in the case of a couple seeking for the fruit of the womb, some prayed and wait for as long as 20 years before receiving their blessings. It’s not that these prayers will not be answered, no. God prepares us for and also prepares his delivery at a perfect time for us. It’s true that we grudge and question if he is even listening to us when we notice that our prayers somehow has been come to pass, chill, he is preparing us for the blessings he will send our way.
So here, you have asked, do you belt that it will happen, how much faith do you possess awaiting your answered prayers? St. Monica prayers for 17 years, she knew God will answer in his own time- this is faith. After all those years of sacrifice, look at what God did in the end. Her life influenced a lot who turned to God. Never stop praying, more importantly, have faith, ask God to strengthen your faith, it is not easy at all. Your mind is a strong force, make sure to channel it for the good. Like the sufferings of St. Monica endured, know that your prayer will be answered, not as you ask them but with faith and continuity, you will receive your blessings and in the end be grateful for the lord’s goodness. Hey, when the good that you ask come to you, spread it as much as you can!
Hello there and welcome so I have been posting this on my WhatsApp status and I have not had enough space to actually explain all the smoothie and lemon water thingy, well, first of all, it’s not a new thing to me or my sister, the only difference is that I am drinking it with the slice in my water, so my parents are lords on the healthy living orishirishi, they have their lemon water morning and evening, but theirs is juiced and it goes with not so much amount of hot water.
Fruit infused water
They have been a lot on the issue of drinking lemon water and what not, basically of its acidic content or something, but no, drinking it, is very much healthy and the main function is to flush the system of waste and unwanted rubbish from the body, we go about eating all sorts of things without bothering what happens to our stomach and all of that.
Coming to the UK, when I and my friend went out to eat and ask for water, there was always a slice of lemon in the water and it tasted so nice, had a brief discussion with one of the students in my college building and she went about telling me how good it was and all of that, so I decided to start having it regularly.
My favorite snack. A ix of life’s awesomeness
So I will invite you to start any of them, whether juiced or in the slice. then on the smoothie issue, I have always eaten them and it got to a point that we stopped having some kind of fruits at home, my parents started taking a different kind of juice, basically, carrot, onions, ginger, utazi (its very bitter, mostly used for pepper soup) so if you must eat them, you should be budgeting for yourself, however leaving home and staying alone, I have the ability to budget for myself and buy my fruits and as a new person in the UK, I wasn’t quite conversant with the nice drinks around, so smoothie came in very well, all I did was to get my personal smoothie blender and started.
So far so good it’s been an awesome investment that I have made and I love it.
NB: BAck to NIgeria now and miss it so much, so much. my smoothie blender had issues and for months now I haven’t had my fave. but soon hopefully I will get a replacement.
It’s been quiet here isn’t it. Well not to worry I have been working and putting things together and when the time comes, I will safely bring you on board…
How is the Christmas party going for you, I hope you are grateful for something and you are spreading joy as much as you can.
I have had quite a day but I’m grateful for everything.
Waiting patiently to show you what I have been up for almost three weeks now
I was going to panic not going as I planned but you what, I will do the right things and then continue to build.
I hope you have yourselves a wonderful celebration. Eat, but eat healthy and wisely. Drink🌚😂😂😂 be careful. Be happy, no matter what comes.
Until I can show you what I am working on, it’s a bye from me for now.
Hope you are doing well. Enjoying your present weather or nahhh. My answer is 50/50.
This post has spent a good time in my drafts 🌚😂😂 but since it’s Friday, I decided to dust it up and share. I hope you follow the lines to see what’s up. Didn’t take out much from it.
Flashback……It’s been a crazy two weeks for me. From planning a surprise birthday present for my mom to helping my baby junior get ready for university. Phewww it’s being crazy plus I work everyday. I remember the days I prayed to be busy to help me not think of so many things, I guess it’s happening and now I just want to sleep 😂😂😂
Anyways this is reality and life before me, I just try to make out time to rest and rewind!
Moving on….
Picture from 2019 when I wrote about on WhatsApp ☺️
Today’s blog post I will be talking about something I recently took notice of.
Many year ago, I had an accident, I think I was two years plus. It is one of those events that happen in ones life and you can never forget it. I was really young but till today I always remember just the exact way it happened.
Some people look at me in amazement how I give so much details of the events. It was heavy for me so I think the memory just stuck with me. I may not remember a few little details but the very major ones I do.
As a toddler I don’t remember the exact year it happened but I think if my calculations are right, this happened around 1998/1999. I say this because my junior sister was born 1997 and she was much smaller then but was in the kitchen the day it happened. I remember she could walk so hence my suggestion on the year.
That faithful day was very emotional (placing the feelings properly now), we were too attached to my mom that day, wherever she went to in the house we followed her. I don’t know why but we just didn’t want to stay alone. Holding her dress/wrapper we climbed to her like glue.
I remember our journey to the kitchen to take more food, then to put the water in the kettle to boil. We follows her round the house you get now.
The water came to a boil and we made our journey back to the kitchen to pour it into the hotwater flask.
Then it happened……
At that very moment I stood on the left side of my mom, and the flask was right in front of me. In a twinkle of an eye, the handle of the kettle came off and came towards my direction. It happened so fast that my mom was totally helpless. The hot water landed on my left side, starting from the side of my hair all the way down to my finger nails.
It was one the hottest rush I have every had and I hate to remember the feeling of it. My totally lost mother wondered around looking for how to calm me down because I screamed uncontrollably. She ran out to get ice and immediately placed it in me and that was the beginning of a painful healing process for me.
I had hospital visits for a long time- can I say the detail we know now is not the real deal. Dettol then had so much impacting wounds and fighting germs. The colour was different from what we know now. How do I remember this lol, I have a good memory I must say.
Every daily hospital visits includes a wound cleaning with dettol and hot water, Pheww it was something else. I remember others who came to the hospital feeling for me and all.
I remember wearing just my white singlet and underskirt for months. Couldn’t take them off because of the wound(we prevented the possibility of my cloth sticking to my wound). The hospital visits reduced but I was having another phase of healing/recovery. The wound was still very fresh, this made me stay indoors for moths as well. I could rarely leave the front door of the house. I remember the day I finally did. I came out thinking I was prepared apparently I wasn’t. I wore my moms shirt and skirt, I was little so the clothes looked way too big for me, I was literally covered. Just seconds of my coming out, I was crowed with flies!!!😢😢😢
It was indeed traumatic, I cried and screamed because it was hurting on another level. I lived in darkness waiting for the wound to heal half way at least.
Growing up with such scar has not been an easy one really. I grew up wearing very long sleeves, whenever we go cloth shopping, I always got the ones with long coverings. I hid my save for years. Like a plague it was hidden to avoid the stare or scare people away.
I love children, I have always loved them, at a younger age I could rarely get a baby to carry without them being scared of my scar. If I had to carry them that means I was wearing a long sleeve shirt or gown.
Days when I appear wearing short sleeve, phewww babies cry whenever they site it and I remember always feeling so bad and sometimes I’d cry. I understood them but it hurt me that I had this huge scar and nobody would come close to me.
One of the most painful events were days when some people would see the hand and will immediately assume I went to stole from my mothers soup pot or I went to steal something else. I find myself arguing with them, trying to explain what happened but they will never agree. This hurt me most, even at 25 now, I still have such encounters but I have made up my mind to not respond and follow their line of trying to find out what had happened.
Far back 2008/2009, I started wearing clothes that I like and I stopped worrying about what people thought of me and my scar. I wanted to feel the breeze on my hand too. I started wearing sleeveless shirts and dresses.
Now in 2020, my scar has significantly improved, there are more body hairs on my hand there than many years ago. You’d still find evidence that something happened there. I stopped applying anything and everything that seemed to wear off the scar and just live my life. My mom said it will clear as I grow and that’s exactly what has happened. I don’t know if it’s going to clear 100% but as the year go by I see a difference.
Now this why I am writing this blog post, recently (November 2020). I wore a gown to work, a short sleeve gown, seated at my table outside, it hit me that people were still giving me that look of “hey there’s a scar on your hand” when I noticed it and I initially didn’t know how to feel, I tried distracting my thoughts but it still came back later that evening and I was lost in my own thoughts 💭
It was a reminder indeed; that as long as I grow and this scar is on my hand and still very much visible, I am going to get the stares and possibly get same assumptions when some take up the courage to speak to me 😞
Again it was like an awakening to prepare myself for the events where it will not be pleasant with certain conversations I’d find myself discussing about the incident. A reminder to rather than let the allow the talk drain me, I rather should focus on ignoring them or saying very little. Clear them when I want.
I don’t feel ashamed of my scar 😌☺️ I’m more grateful and happy that it’s healing and I see the changes for myself. The worst times are when the itching comes but I endure and life continues.
There….. how was the read 😁 hope not too emotional. Just know that I’m fine just wanted to encourage and motivate someone in a similar situation.
So have you had any water or fire burns, how have managed all this while, how are you overcoming the good and bad moments
Sorry for the emphasis…😂😂😂 I’m really trying to be calm. All day I have thought about how I wanted to write this but every time I tried something came up or the pain just mutes me.
Anyways… how are you? I hope you are fine. Any plans about getting yourself that Christmas gift? I think you should for real.
If you have visited a park, you will agree with that there different things to see and touch and maybe eventually pick. Ease free and fun yeah. I thought that was how me getting a paid website would be like- guess I thought wrong or it’s my kind of payment method that is making it look difficult…
The moment I decided I was going to take blogging/writing seriously, I knew I would be needing a website. I made serious research about blogging, and I was ready but financially I was broke at the time, 🌚😂😂😂 no shame. But I had it deep down to one day get one and I hoped I would by the end of the year.
I have had this email contact with a fellow blogger from another continent (🤷🏽♀️ technology doing it’s thing ) I found her on Pinterest and wow her journey is amazing and I’m so hyped and ready to say mine someday. She constantly replies my emails and one thing she advised was getting a website. She advised I avoid getting a WordPress plan as it will not do much for me.
I planned and looked up the one she recommended and boyyyyy the price chased me away. I thought to myself yes I’m ready to do that major investment but this one was a major height for me and I was nothing close to getting that money. So I just kept on writing as the energy came and posted as well (😩 I have more things in my drafts than on my blog🤭)
Then!!!! Black Friday sales started and this lady from Pinterest emailed me (and a thousand more- email marketing is a thing now😉) so I jumped on it and it was looking good!!!
After self talks you embark on taking the drink- but first infused water to relax the nerves
I had the money and was ready to pay the new price even though I was going to be super BROKE😂😂😂 I spoke to myself a lot about it and eventually to my sister and she supported me.
As the heading goes— a walk in the park😂😂
I thought I was just going to go the website, choose my plan and go ahead with registration and payment. And boom Chiamaka has a website!!! I was super excited!!! Ahhhh, my stomach had all sorts of butterflies. I thought to myself yessss I’m gonna get a special present to myself!!!🎉
But ermmm that wasn’t the case. It started smoothly- chose my plan, put in my preferred domain name and then filled in my card details. On the first trial, the transaction came back negative, stating that my card had issues, I tried three more times and bruh same thing. My anxiety level went high, the sale was almost ending, so I immediately started a chat with a staff and the person was patient and quite nice to me but after another trial, it was same thing.
I was frustrated. Pissed and exhausted. The Pain of my one personal gift not coming to pass, I was worried and it hurt badly. The staff advised I visit my bank the day, after reassuring me that there was a second phase of the sale.
Next day I went to the bank and made my complaint, I later received a call that day and I was told I couldn’t do any transaction more than $100, was what I was paying for was around $109.
Came home….
I made up my mind to just get a plan first and then pay for the security package later. All effort turned out fruitless. A friend advised I use my sister’s card I did but it came back same. In fact for her bank to return the money as she did a transfer has taken us three days to get. Came in today. During the weekend, I thought about crediting my dollar account but this was not possible as it was on a Saturday. Called a friend to help me pay and I will pay in naira 😭😭😭😂😂😂 this person was going to use a pound debit card yeah, I’m laughing because when he told me how much I was going to pay I was so angry and weak!!!
Because I didn’t have that kind of money. Exchange rates lately are the WORST!!!
I’m so sad this is happening. I really wanted a hosting website.
The last resort is to use a different card now and if it comes back negative. Then getting a WordPress plan will be it😩
But hey what are little beginnings without challenges? I’m learning and growing too.
Still hopeful for a miracle….
I have a few things I want to get for myself but this website is top on my list. I legit feel like getting myself so much 😂😂😂 like I’m paid in pounds 🌚😂😂😂 anyways….
Have you finalised on what you are getting for yourself yet or you don’t see it as anything really. Hey you, yes you, at least try in small bits and see how you feel😉
I hope to have a positive news about my Christmas gift and share later
I am not happy at the moment but I will explain in my next post later today.
DO YOU KNOW YOUR STATUS?
Every year, more awareness and sensitisation about HIV/AIDS are wildly done. Encouraging and as it should be, a lot of people still lack adequate knowledge and information sharing about this disease.
Being a staff at the hospital, I realised that some people are unaware of their status and when they find out are often devastated and have tons of questions.
For the married pregnant women, it’s the fear of telling their husbands, on one hand, it maybe be that the man is infected but is not aware or he is but has not taken proper care of himself. On the other, is that the man sees the wife as one who is having extra marital affair. the notion that the only transmission channel being SEX needs to be end. Most cases, especially recent cases, patients get infected through the smallest means.
We have had cases were the woman cried herself home, although she was told to bring her whole family to conduct same result, she left and has not come back since then. I wondered what she has or is facing as she is pregnant.
A recent case was a fine young lady who after going through the test found out for the first time that she was infected 😭😩😩 my heart sank that day. She was immediately put on the scheme for medication.
A lot more to say, but basically stay safe and take necessary steps to having a healthy life. Having HIV is not the end of ones life. I have seen victims, they look so healthy and well(for those judiciously taking their medications tho), you wouldn’t suspect if they didn’t tell you.
Better to know than live in denial…
For the first time I had the opportunity to have a joint Podcast session today and I’m very happy about this. Tap on this link and listen to our conversation and learn one or two.
Hope you are doing well! Are you! What’s the weather like in your environment. Mine is harsh and very dry. I was briefly on Instagram few hours ago. To my surprise I saw a post by one of my faves Dinma Umeh, expressing her concern as to why her location: Lagos is not yet in the harmattan spirit.
I laughed so hard!!! And I’m like what! We in Abuja and other parts of Nigeria experiencing this harmattan are not finding it funny at all. For some of us with mild dry skin, it’s been a struggle. The need to increase our body butter daily portion on the skin has gone up.
But this just tells you that, sometimes what we want – Lagos raining season and maybe cold temperature at intervals, is what the people going through it do not want, rather they want what the neighbors are -harmattan. Life is not balanced 💁🏽♀️ one thing with harmattan that I like is the fact that your clothes can literally dry in few hours after spreading them lol.
Ok….. this is not what this post is about 😁 chill
Recently, I was thinking and the more I thought about it the more it made sense to me and in a blink I’m like yes this is something I will start for me.
Sometimes we always want to be gifted something by other people no matter how small. For some, it may be to have a sense of attachment or as an act of them showing how much they like and care about us. But we (Individuals) Forget that we can actually do exact same thing for ourselves too.
It’s absolutely not bad that we want to be gifted, but what happens when we don’t have that person or persons that we know will gift us at some point and we return same kindness to them? It’s an amazing feeling receiving a special gift from our special pals, you are so overwhelmed and too excited you forget how to react 😂😂
But hey, whether or not you receive gifts, I feel you should also think about it like me and see reasons why you need to gift yourself as often as you can. It’s a different kind of feeling. The feeling of targeting a goal and reaching it. It makes you want to keep a track record and helps you budget well and plan ahead.
As I thought about this, I recognised that I have actually been gifting myself but not actually knowing it or putting it in this perspective. Thinking about it now, I’m happy I did gift myself unknowingly to me. But NOW, it’s something I want to start and build on it.
So…. what am I getting myself for Christmas? 🤔
Find out in the next blogpost 😉
It’s different for me and feels so new and so adult like and risk worthy .
So Reader, I hope you have seen reasons with me on why you should develop the habit of getting something special for yourself. Think of something that is topping your list and is really a necessity to you, if you are financially capable then go for it but if it’s something you have to plan and budget for then go ahead.
Hey, it doesn’t have to a so big that you are left broke (lack of funds). Start small and see what it brings.
Excited about this night and I’m hoping to share what I’m getting for myself. I’m literally just facing it right now. Doing finishing touches before I type in those details ….. breathe!!! 😂😂😂
I started writing because I needed to ease off and clear my head. This has been a wonderful experience for me personally, I am never in lack of what to write. Maybe when I started but currently, I could just be seated somewhere and boom, I’m inspired by something that just happened or I saw it first hand. It just clicks and I want to pen it down before it skips my mind. Lol.
I now recommend to people to write, get a journal or you can just write on your phone, helps a lot. Doesn’t have to be perfect!
Now let’s see what’s in store…..
My recent environment has really been an experience I will forever be grateful for. Seeing things I would not see online for myself; great!
Sometimes or most even, we find ourselves in that bracket of trying or already comparing ourselves to others or wishing to have something that they currently have forgetting that we are all different and as well have our unique experiences and how things turn out for us.
The woman’s body is amazing, I have read time and time again how incredible, yes I agree but seeing the real deal for myself has to be another form of incredible, infact I don’t know the exact word to use at this point. If you have been following the blog, you will notice that my current environment is in the hospital. In three weeks, I am overwhelmed with the different shapes, sizes, stature, and experiences.
In the course of three weeks, I have seen mothers who have given birth and are so agile the next day, I literally registered one and when I asked for her baby’s date of birth and it was the previous day, I was in awe 👀😳😳 I had to express myself and she laughed. She was holding her baby well, gotten the baby’s birth certificate and had just finished immunisation and then to my table to register. After I was done with her, she was going home!!!! Wow. Yes she still had a portroding stomach it was not so big, I remember it was her second child
However, I registered a mother too, who had just given birth the week she came for her baby’s birth certificate, it was her second child, but she looked so weak, pale and in so much pain, I felt for her. Prior to her coming to my table, I carefully watched as she made her way to the immunisation corner, from her stepping, one could see she was in pain, it showed in every step and I just sat down with my thoughts flying everywhere. This second mother now is still in the hospital, I have seen her severally and she still works in a way that says the pain is still there. And one will ask, but it’s like two-three weeks after birth, she should be able to walk free a little, well this is a reason to not think everyone is the same or that because the first mother went home the next day means it’s same for all moms.
I think it’s usually the first time moms that stay longer in the hospital beyond the minimal cut and all things new about child birth before eventually going home.
When a child is born, we are quick to drop all attention on the new born, giving less to the mother who is in-fact in so much discomfort and is on a journey to recovery. (I will write in this separately soon)
Like the two real examples above, days pass and I see more, in-fact as I write (26/10/2020), I just saw a heavily pregnant woman working towards my corner but she’s going for testing, the struggle to lift one leg before the other is so hard for her.
Like these women, some are agile even while pregnant, a few others are pale and struggling to keep going until the north and then another journey to healing.
My senior sister gave birth in July and I remember asking her is she had healed, she said no and I know I a little bit of inner interaction, working in a hospital now, I should just keep asking her is she’s fine. Phewww.
So dear reader, you see that on no instance should you compare yourself to another person because of what they are or what they have. Everyone have their own experience. Some women when pregnant have very big stomach and end up giving birth to a single child and then another some don’t have very big stomach and you hear that the woman had a set of twins 🤷🏽♀️
Some women when pregnant have swollen feet or face or look bigger body wise, some women look as tiny and as you can imagine, some of them look sick even. Some women have smooth pregnancy journeys while some don’t, some are practically nauseous through out while this is not the case for others. I could go on and on, but you get the point.
Majority of humans in life, wish and even go into serious prayers I hope to find the one that joins them in this thing called “LIFE”
Although, there are countless failed relationships and marriages, people are still getting married and people are actually meeting their soulmates. A lot of beautiful relationships and marriages often don’t make it to the media but I’m really grateful to see quite a lot of them and I learn something new that I want to Incorporate when I date again and possibly marriage too.
On Monday precisely 6 October, while I enjoyed my late evening bath, this was around 11pm last in the night hahaha. The radio played in the background and in a little I got caught up in the breeding conversation on there. I immediately keyed my interest into the what the anchor was saying.
I suppose the program was that kind where listeners write in and their stories are shared and people call in to drop their opinions.
This particular one I listened really got me thinking hence this writing.
Sit back and ride with me……
The anchor narrated this particular man’s story thus… A man, let’s call him Kenneth, a business man met a woman and this lady helped this man in realising that he could do more in his business and double his income, she empowered him and supported him emotionally and psychologically and despite the situation- The shackles of the pandemic, Kenneth managed to make ends meet; to the point that he now had a direct connection with manufacturers in Aba ( Aba is known to be the hun of manufacturing of anything possible in Nigeria, it’s located in Abia state, Nigeria).
This was like a major feet for Kenneth and he was so grateful that this lady helped him to go out of his comfort zone and make more money and growing his business. Kenneth after this magnificent increase in his business and life decided to take a step further in making this wonderful lady his wife.
He made his intentions clear but was brought to an unexpected holt. According to the anchor, this lady rejected Kenneth’s proposal with the reply that she came into in his life for a reason and since he had realised and accomplished that it was time for her to leave him. Kenneth was in disarray and confused, what was he hearing, how’s this possible. She has helped him grow so well and I wanted to make it official by marrying her and keeping this gem in his life appreciating God for such a help mate only to face rejection. Kenneth did not really know how to process the whole situation hence why he wrote in for people’s views.
Phewww how was that ….
Now it takes a lot for people to make that decision of putting their life issues out seeking public. I feel Kenneth didn’t know what else to do as he was really concerned.
Before I mention what some public opinions that I was able to hear.
I had a deep thought about this situation and I was really sad for Kenneth. But most especially I really questioned the lady In question. My questions ran through the windows of asking; what she really wants, her take on an ideal man, what kind of man she wanted and certain qualities she was looking for in my kind of man. The anchor stated she was 27 years old, so I felt she definitely would at this age known what she wants in a man. Another thing I thought about was that, if she knew she was not intending to end with Kenneth, why did she have to put through the emotional trauma by leaving him. Yes she did well in helping him rise above his expectations but notifying him that it will be from a friendship level would have made sense in my opinion.
Well let’s hear what a few that I was able to caught said….
About two persons shared same thoughts, they said that they see it as a destiny helper and having seen Kenneth achieve that, it was not a necessity that they end up in marriage.
Another one said that although Kenneth had achieved all this with the help of this lady, it’s possible the lady saw certain traits that she couldn’t condole in marriage, further stating that maybe Kenneth has this habit or character and the lady cannot live with it.
Some also shared that Kenneth shouldn’t give but should also not force anything
That he needs to take things slowly and see reasons with this lady and work on whatever maybe bordering her. Some people also shared that he needs to take to the Lord….. well this was how far I could go because almost all the callers had same thing to say about the situation.
From their responses, I could only agree with one that stated that, just maybe he has a character or trait that she cannot live with… I mean no one wants to live with someone who is not genuinely going to change from a habit or character. So maybe during the course of their relationship, she came to see this and could be that he wasn’t fort coming in changing from it and that seems to border her much.
Part of me still feel like she should have made this known to him and mean it, but I guess they were in love so not much effort maintaining that stance.
Can they overcome this differences and move on to better future
Is Kenneth going or willing to slow things down and see what happens
I’m curious dear reader what’s your take on this, drop your comments in the comment section
I hope you are doing well. Is it just me or it’s just too difficult with being on other platforms recently. Like!!! There’s never a better news before the sad ones start to come. Some had me in a corner I didn’t even understand and I rarely said anything or thought it through. I find myself not thinking about of these things honestly. They are endless so choosing to write and allow it occupy my thoughts is my new thing now.
In all of this, I hope you have found a way to direct your attention and feel better somehow. Those things won’t stop- LIFE.
So…. I got noticed 😎😂😂😂 for a good reason actually. My infused water got people asking me a lot of questions.
Infused water
I have written about infused water on this blog but I will not bore about that. Let me drop the gist.
As a woman 🌚(women in general too), often experience bloated stomach and this sometimes can be uncomfortable, it’s all part of our “body biology “ 🤧
Last week I had this bloating and it was just very uncomfortable. I knew why it was happening but I was tired abeg.
So I remembered one of infused water mixture and just went for it. The aim was to help me pass gas well and kinda flush my stomach too, plus the mixture helps with good skin and as it is dry season in Nigeria, I took it as a way to helping drink more water. I have moderate dry skin so this was a bang for me.
Stared from the Uk now I’m here 😎😂
The first day I had my smoothie bottle (back story, a piece of it fell off and I mixed it up somehow and I have missed my smoothies but hopefully I get a replacement-🥱 it’s been months now tho😂😂 but definitely on my list)….. in the bottle I had nicely cut cucumber 🥒 and carrots 🥕 and then one bottle of Nestle table water in and I went to work.
Fruit lover This right here 💯 for me- I rather this than alcohol for life.
Pheww it was good! I tell you.
Then came the questions and yearn to know why this and what it was going to do for me.
It started gradually and then it became frequent. People at work where I keep my bag and stuff looked at me and said “shebi you have started this your Uk life” 😂😂😂😂 excuse me it’s very common there plus this is serving a purpose( all jokes tho).
My infused water attracting people 😉
Outside where I work officially, my bottle was always in front of me on the table. So as people pass by or come for inquires on birth certificate or want to obtain one they will first stare and murmur and then go ahead to ask 😂😂😂 it was either cute or funny to me.
I was already to answer and encourage them to try it. I first tell them the aim – flushing/cleansing my system, I make them understand the function cucumber does to the human body and then carrot too. I also tell that, this is good especially for those who find it hard to drink water, by introducing fruits into it, makes them want to drink more water and also enjoy the fruit. Then I attract them more when I hint that it’s also helps with improving the skin (keeps the skin fresh).
I noticed when I do this, they are happy to have learnt something even if small. I encourage them by saying they don’t have to use my mix, they can use other fruits of their choice asides avocado 🥑 and banana 🍌.
Dear reader, I want to you try sweet orange 🍊 infused water, it’s so nice especially if it’s a little bit chilled too.
Back to my aim…. it helped me but I continued still😁 and the more I went out with it I got more questions and I will always reply smiling or laughing- some people just look at you amazed😂😂😂
On Friday morning, a lady I buy food from asked me and I replied as usual. Then her neighbour was interested, I did same and then she asked if it helped with weight loss, I hinted to her what she can mix to help her- cucumber 🥒, garlic 🧄, ginger , and honey ins a preferred bottle of choice. She goes “ah thank you Aunty, you go find beta husband “ 😎😂😂😂 I thanked her and went away.
I added a little bit of garlic and ginger on Friday 🤭 wasn’t bad at all
It’s just amazing how somethings just happen and people learn somehow and keep going and learning still. Now contemplating whether or not to take to work tomorrow 😂😂😂 aha I am taking and it’s going to be apple infused water.
Infused water is really a nice thing to make a habit. I will post more options for infused water choices. Another way of consuming our fruits, getting all the vitamins and nutrients 💁🏽♀️
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NB: Just incase you want to try this out, make sure you are in a comfortable please because you are going to use the restroom a lot.
I checked my analytics and I just want to say thank you from any platform you click to read from. I couldn’t believe the stats but then I was so happy. I haven’t really put out this blog, so you know how this really made my night two day ago.
So here goes today’s gist….
By now you’d know I work in the hospital, not as a staff but my duty post is located there. Everyday from what I have observed, different age level of babies come for their immunisation, this week has majorly been 9months babies (they were born February). Some babies go in for theirs and do not cry but some babies come out wailing for a long time, so much that even breast milk is not an antidote to stop them.
Somehow today’s event reminded me of a time in my life when I had a mandatory immunisation to take. It was from school to the clinic. A virus/disease was in the rise at this time and it was majorly children who were at risk so this vaccination was a must do thing.
Today, as this beautiful baby girl finished enjoying a dose of breast milk and solid food too, it was time for her to take her vaccine. I lost duration of their stay inside the room they usually take this injection. But I remember hearing a loud voice screaming and was inconsolable and her mom was almost helpless, she got many sympathisers but she wouldn’t stop. I think this immunisation came in three or four injections which were given in different parts of the body 😭😩
The last I remember (I got busy) I didn’t hear her again and by the time I looked up she was gone. And then immediately I remembered my own episode 😂😂😂
Naturally I hate injections and I still do 😂😂😂, I always freak out whenever I’m told I’m getting them or it’s almost my turn. On this faithful day, it was announced on the assembly ground during our morning devotion (primary school) it was said that all students were to be immunised and no one was exempted.
It was time to leave school and Chiamaka (me) was already in tears. I remember my mom came along. Parents were lived close were advised to come if they could. My mom dragged/held me throughout our journey to the clinic.
When we arrived at the clinic, I felt my number was far, I found myself having fun with my classmates, jumping around and eating snacks. In between this play and fun, I took notice of some pupils like me that cried after their turns, but somehow it didn’t register to me that I came for the same reason that is making them cry 😂😂😂😂
I continued with my fun time and then it was my time to receive my vaccine 💉😫😫😫
I remembered been dragged into the room, as I had already started crying my eyes out. I got in and as I watched the nurse extract the vaccine and fill the syringe, I just wanted to die 😂😂😂, across when I waited for mine was my male friend Uche, we were both playing outside with others too, he took his without flinching 👀😂😂😂😂 I watched in awe he didn’t cry or make an attempt to. He was rather looking at me as I was crying when I have not even received mine.
The nurses teased me about how he didn’t cry at all. How brave he was blah blah 😒
Back to me, 🙈 I was held, both arms secured by my mom and one other person. I was trying so hard to keep a stiff posture, I felt ticklish and I was freezing my body 😂😂😂, so the first syringe broke as it entered my skin a little bit 🙈🙈😂😂😂 ah!!!!!
I got it hot from the nurses, they complained how they were managing the drugs and I was there wasting it. They immediately tried to calm me down (in a Nigerian Pidgin- e taya them😂😂😂) they were tired of me. After so much consolation and promises of buying me what not I cooperated and received my injection 💉 😫😫😫
It was not painful but the whole thing was just too much for me.
As a young adult 🌚 I think around 20-21 I was sick and I needed to be administered two doses of injections 😫😫 Ha!!!!!
I remember begging the nurse to be very careful, same way I hardened myself, same way this time. I trembled to the point that I did not realise when she was done on both sides 😂😂😂😂, she was like I’m done 👀 I said for real and she said yes.
Yeah I hate injections 😂😂
I am laughing as I type, cannot help myself going through the whole occasion. Phew!
I hope you enjoyed this one
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