Hi lovelies, this piece is from our new booda writer o. His name is Ibro, and you know what? He can talk and write about everything and anything. Believe me when i say everything and anHe is that bad. Anyways, make I no spoil una fun jare. Enjoy this one especially all of una bros wey the inside inside thing dey get as e be.
My name is Steve. I am a guy in my early 30s and I work in one of the leading telecommunication companies in Nigeria. I have this beautiful lady, Nike in my office and she is in her late 20s. She is my crush; my fantasy. I cant help staring at her anytime I go to work. In fact, I always offer to help her out without being invited anytime I see that she is struggling with one thing or the other. She always appreciates my effort though.
Many times I invited her to lunch but many times she declined. I devised many means to get closer to her but all to no avail. Many times I had decided to let go of her but her thought and pictures always appear in my thinking and dreams. To be candid, I almost got sacked one day because I got carried away staring at her and my boss was in front of me without my knowledge. I sought pieces of advice from my friends on how to get her but all efforts were wasted. So, I decided, for the last time, to give up and I did gave up on chasing the shadow.
After two months of keeping to myself and facing my work squarely (though I do think of her but I am not showing any sign anymore), I got a text on my line: whats your plan for the weekend? I initially thought it was my guy, Kola, asking about my plans for the weekend as usual. When I checked the name of the sender, it was Nike. I couldnt believe it at first. I read the message over and over again.
You know what? I had had plans to visit one of my uncles for something very important but I cancelled the appointment. To cut the long story short, Nike and I met at the Film House Cinema to see the latest movie in town and from there; we started having one appointment or the other. This went on for about three months. My dreams have come to pass. Nike is now my soul mate. She has told me many things about her and I did same; all within a very short time. You know how love works nah.
On this fateful day, Nike decided to pay me visit at my apartment. I had cleaned the whole one room self contain apartment and I wore one of the best polo shirts I have in my wardrobe. After many hours of gisting and playing, it started raining heavily and she couldnt go back to her place. So, she decided to put up at my place till the following morning. Well, I am not sure two matured daters can stay together over the night without making romantic gestures towards each other.
We were watching a romantic film with all the cold of this world in the room and we both went naughty. We started undressing each other and she decided to take charge. She went down to remove my pair of boxers and give me a head. But suddenly, she stopped. I was surprised she stopped and I enquired what happened. She said nothing that she was feeling dizzy and have a sudden headache. Awwww!!!! I said within me. My excited body went down with full force. Well, there will be another time, I said to myself.
After that night, things changed. Nike became a stranger. She doesnt call anymore and whenever I called, she is always busy. I couldnt decipher what was going on until I started demanding explanations as per what is going on. When she couldnt bear my relentless disturbances, she sent a text to me one night and it reads: try to always keep the boxers clean or change it.
I felt very embarrassed. I felt I should hit my head against the wall. Just like I read her first message over and over at the beginning, I did the same to her last message. All my efforts to bring her back didnt work as she was transferred to another town two weeks after she visited me. The memory of that text and the experience that led to it still lingers in my brain.
Most guys only care about their pocket, their look and dress, but pay less attention to what they wear underneath. Some guys can make do with just two pairs of boxers for months while some guys only change their boxers after three to five days. This is a very bad idea and a sign of bad hygiene.
Boxers are coverings for the private parts and they need to be taken care of as ladies take care of their panties. Guys do not need to wait till the boxers start smelling urine before they are changed. Sometimes I see some big boys with torn or brownish white singlets. They are of the opinion that singlet and boxers dont really matter. My brother, your inner look is the replica of your level of hygiene.
The maximum number of days a guy should wear a boxers should be two days. Anything more than that, becomes bad hygiene. When a guy urinates, there will be one or two drops of urine in his boxers after that. These drops of urine accumulate over time as the guy urinates over and over. Thus, the boxers become smelly.
Also, as a guy, you need to have a minimum of 5-10 pairs of boxers. This will afford you the opportunity to change from one to another and wash the used ones. This same method goes for your singlets.
Eyin temi, how far nah? I know ya wondering what this post is all about. Ok o, it is about some people like that o, that has turned themselves to copy copy, copy cat. You know them abi? Hope ya not one of them sha, and even if you are, no be say I wan yab you o. I just wan make we talk small. Oya leggo.
Sometimes, I just want to be like someone I admire, but I keep on telling myself "Busayo, if you become that person, how will you become yourself ? "
I have people who can be referred to as role models, and I really want to take after them. But if I should take after or take on their forms, what about my own identity? Isn't that what they call impersonation? And that's a criminal offence, yeah?
The success of those I admire drives me. But I don't want their success, I want my own.
I have seen many people; on-air-personalities,musicians, etc talk or sing like Presenter A or Musician D. They do stuffs in the exact way he or she does. And the question that comes to my mind whenever I come across such people is "why will these people be pirated copies when they can actually be the original? " Why would you conceal yourself while promoting someone else? Abi you don't know that it is that person they will be hearing from your voice? And they will say "he talks or sings like lagbaja ".
Are you guilty of this? It is good to have role models or someone you look up to. And I understand how you struggle just to be like them. And you sometimes feel like or see yourself as a failure just because you seem not to be anywhere close to them. Dear, let me ask you, what if this person you are struggling to become like didn't discover him/herself, what would you have wanted to imitate?
Role models are fantastic. They give us aspirations and dreams. But it is also very important that we don't get high on their images and forget to create one for ourselves. It is okay to take cues from them. It is cool to hear their stories. It is awesome to be challenged by their success. But hey, don't lose yourself while doing that. You too can be the shining light. Let your purpose guide and drive you to become what you should become. Create your own success story.
The truth is that nobody will ever stand out if we are all trying to look like someone else. And imitating someone is tantamount to limiting yourself.
Get it right now. Discover the You in you. Find your identity. Don't settle for less when you can be more. Find the path that leads to your destination because treading on another's will only lead to no where and a waste of valuable time that you would have used to become the real you. It is okay to be different, we can't all be one person. CHEERS
I wish myself a happy birthday. Still in the euphoria of
the celebration, I decided to share what my journey looked like in the last one
year and how situations were managed. I am sharing personal experiences to
inspire someone who is likely passing through any or all the phases
highlighted. The article is a ‘verrrrrryyyyy’ long one but I implore you to
patiently read through.
My journey to self –discovery started about a year ago.
My experience has come to make me realize and bold to say that challenges,
betrayal and pains are only for a certain period of time. And the absolute
truth is that they come into our lives to bring out the refined, better and
developed US. We might all have at one time or the other tied our happiness to
a certain someone or something. We can even believe that that someone is the
main reason if not the only reason for our existence, not because we are daft,
but because we are short sighted, living in the euphoria of the moment,
suffering from low-self esteem, or not believing in ourselves at all.
Many great, impactful and wonderful things that we would
have achieved in life are sometimes not allowed to come to be because all of
our attention is on a single thing. And that single thing in most cases is not
even supposed to be would be better treated as you would a side-chick.
For many years, and probably all my life, I had struggle
for acceptance. As an introvert by nature, I like keeping to myself and my
social life was zero. But deep down within me, I wanted to flow with people. I
have always kept a few sane friends, but I wanted more, maybe like ten or more,
responsible, and decent or not. I just wanted to belong and have people to hang
out with. I wanted people to accept me at all cost. I craved attention. I
wanted to be referred to as that girl that can groove like there’s no tomorrow.
When people who I longed to have a relationship beyond ‘hi’ and ‘hello’ with
weren’t looking my way, I felt hated and unwanted. I would go out of my way and
sometimes inconvenienced myself to please unworthy people unnecessarily. All
because I wanted them to love and befriend me. it was so worse that I used to
think something was wrong with me or that I was a terrible person to have as
friend, even though I knew I have always been amazing and loyal to a fault.
It
wasn’t until some months ago that I came to the realization with the help of
the Holy Spirit that anyone who is never meant to be in my life or around me
will never be and when such a fellow is forced, he or she will contaminate me
just like a housefly would a sweet wine. I also gained the understanding that
too much friends is disastrous and that opposite virtues will never attract
each other. It wasn’t until I began loving myself the way I am that I realized
the true me. I stopped seeing myself in the light of others. I got to know that
there is and will never ‘two me’. I am the only version of me created. And anybody
who isn’t ready or willing to associate with me does so to his or her own loss,
even in dating as it takes good to recognize good. Real recognizes real. That someone
doesn’t accept to roll with me does not mean I am a bad market. Royals do not
beg for attention, care, loyalty, respect, honour and acceptance. They all come
from their subjects willingly. I now know how to carry myself with pride. Now,
attention seeks me. I have made wonderful friends without an iota of struggle.
I think I am becoming an ‘INTROEXTROVERT’. My life is filled with sunshine,
laughter, fun and love. I now enjoy my own company and that of others.
I had lived all my life believing and living in the lie
that there is a limit to what I can do. Though, I have always believed and
known that I will be great in life. I have always known that I am here for a
purpose. I have always had the feeling that I am created to have positive
impact on lives. But I sometimes forgot these facts and allowed fear and
shyness ruled my world, all because I grew up that way. I hated trying new
things because of the fear of failure or not being accepted by people. It
wasn’t until I learned that there is absolutely no crime in trying new things
and that the failure in it is not trying at all. I now do things, even if I
have to do them afraid.
For many years, I
lived a lie that it was a singular thing that truly gave me joy, put smiles on
my face, and gave me reasons to want to wake up in the morning back then until
that thing regardless of being held firmly slipped out of my palms without
notice. You know how it can be when a girl is in love. Not even the honour of
having the knowledge of where I got it wrong or why it was being taking away
from me.
The loss as I viewed it back then shook the whole me. My defense was
broken. I was broken as a woman. I saw myself as failure. I wept. I lost my
balance. And to cap it all, I was depressed. Yes, it was that bad. I suffered
depression. Though, people out there didn’t know what I was passing through
then, only my mother was able to know it partly. And I did well to shut her out
completely later on. I wore a bold face. Work was the only principal thing that
kept me going. Who says being a radio broadcaster isn’t the most enthralling
job you can ever have? The only job that makes you forget what you were passing
through before speaking into the microphone. You just have to be strong for
your listeners as nobody wants to listen to a boring and sorrowful radio host.
Did I forget to mention that your voice mustn’t carry your pains? I once said
that the only time I don’t remember life’s challenges is when I am on the
microphone speaking life into someone’s ears. How do you help someone else
survive what you’re passing through? There was this day I was talking about how
to deal with heartbreak in a relationship on one of my shows. Many single
ladies and men called in to share their present heartbreaks experiences and
asked for my advice on how to deal with and overcome them. Have you ever been
boxed to a corner? That was exactly what happened to me that night. I still
didn’t know where the inspiration and the intellect to tackle those questions
came from. I lifted thousands of relationship broken spirits. I mended
shattered hearts. I wiped tears from faces and replaced it with laughter. The
several phone calls I got during and after the show testified to that fact. But
you know what, I was weeping while wiping the tears of others. My heart was
breaking while I was busy mending others. I was shedding tears while presenting
that night for three hours. Thank God, I was the only one in the studio that
night. Would I even have minded? I don’t think so because it wasn’t planned.
And I couldn’t hold myself. Oh my, I think I’m a super woman. *winks*
We sometimes peg important things in our lives because of
relationship. Ladies are the guiltiest set of people in this category. We
refuse or simply delay doing some vital things because all we can think of is
settling down in marriage. All we want to do is get married. We are afraid of
starting things because our man can propose anytime and we would have to drop
those things halfway. We believe that the next best thing that can happen or
should happen to us after schooling or learning a craft is marriage. Let me
share my experience. I completed the mandatory National Youth Service Scheme in
the year 2013. My aim many years before then was to earn a post graduate degree
immediately after that because I had goals. But you know what; I shelved that
goal because I was afraid of starting a program and had to abandon it halfway
when the person I was dating back then proposes marriage. I had a plan to set
up a small scale business, but that too was scrapped simply because I didn’t
want to start the business and leave it again because I was going to relocate
because of marriage. Those are some of the things I was supposed to do but
didn’t because all I could see and expecting was marriage. Did the person
proposed marriage? Hell no! Precious time wasted? Yes. Ideas buried? Yes.
Purpose lost? Yes.
Mine was so bad that I found it difficult to socialize. I
was scared of being carried away or meeting someone else. My life was
practically at a stand-still. I am naturally not the out-going type, but that
time was worse. I lost a host of friendships that could have shaped me
positively. I shut a lot of people out of my life because I thought they were
going to divert my attention from him. I thought I was in love not knowing that
I was doing myself a great deal of harm. Being in love with someone shouldn’t
stop you from building relationships with others. Friendship is what will
cushion the effects heartbreaks will ever have on you.
Fast forward to when the relationship got broken. There
was no notice. It caught me unaware. I never believed it could be broken
because I thought we’ve formed an unbreakable bond. And that was why it shook
me to the marrow. My dear, no relationship is guaranteed to last forever. The
only good you can do yourself is to live in the moment while achieving other
things. Focus on your goals, aspire, follow your dreams while bathing in the
euphoria the relationship brings. Nobody is guaranteed to stay in your life
forever. Only you can stay with you forever.
The very few people that were privy to my struggle then
did all within their capacity could to lift my spirit physically, emotionally
and spiritually, but those things didn’t get me at all. I was too broken beyond
repair. I weep at the slightest opportunity of being alone. Nobody can heal you
when you are not ready for healing. Nobody can make you enjoy living if you
don’t want to. The truth is that many sick people die not because the doctors
and their loved ones didn’t give them the best of care, love and attention.
They died because they gave up on themselves. Why do you think some someone
whose medical condition were tagged as critical and the doctors had asked their
family members to take heart because they have done all that is possible to
make them live, but not yielding results and have therefore being left for the
dead still bounce back to live again? It’s a miracle, right? You’re right. But do
you know that a larger percentage of such people actually fight very hard
internally to remain alive? They chose to live and that is why they do. It was
their freewill to live that made the medical care effective, and not really the
money spent by their family members.
It was the knowledge of those that launched and put my feet
on the path of self-discovery. The depression was killing me. I was doing what
I am ashamed of saying publicly to lull myself to sleep. That singular act when
discovered became an addiction. It was working for me, but I was dying and it
actually did nothing to alleviate my pains. I remember that the only thing I
wanted to do then was to sleep because that was when I didn’t have to think
about it. But I still had to wake up to my pains again standing tall like the
famous Olumo Rock. Note this, an addiction has never and will never be the
solution to life’s challenges. It only makes you worse.
My healing started after speaking to one elderly woman I
met in the course of my job. She was an interviewee for one of my shows but she
developed a kind of affection. And thank God I received the love. It was many
weeks after the interview that it was pressed on my spirit to talk to her about
what I was going through. Note that I have people around me who have done
almost all the best things in the world to rehabilitate me to no avail. My
opinion was that they didn’t understand what I was passing through and that
they were not being fair to me by telling me not to grieve but move on. How
will you tell me to move on just like that after losing a four-year
relationship was the only question I kept on asking them.
I obeyed the leading of the spirit to talk to the Mama.
She talked sense into my head that early morning. She shared her personal
experiences with me. She reset my thinking faculty to factory mode with her lovingly
- harsh words. The words pierced my heart, mind and spirit. I left her place
broken than I was when I went there. But that actually remolded me. I got to
realize that I had not been fair to myself. I had subjected myself to undue
torture. I was able to tell myself that "Haa, Busayo, you don suffer no be
small".
I started looking for ways to break free from my self
induced bondage. I started seeing myself in another light. I put a stop to
self-pity. I started reading books. God bless the likes of Joyce Meyer, T.D
Jakes. They are an inspiration. Apart from reading, I broke the defense wall I
have built around me in relating with people. I also mended broken friendship
and build new and flourishing ones. I was able to tell myself that the loss
wasn’t mine but the one who was too blind to see the amazing stuff I am made
of. I discovered that there will never be two versions of me as I am the only
version of myself that could ever be created. And nobody will actually love me
better than I love myself. I gave in to healing.I welcomed relief. I gave God the chance to
heal me and show me the true sense of living. My passion was renewed, and a new
me was birthed. Positivity replaced negativity. My eyes were open to the fact
that I had been getting below what I truly deserve and worth. The reigning
queen in me was birthed. The fierce and strong woman evolved. True happiness is
the one created by you and for you. Please try as much as you can to be your
source of happiness. Tying your happiness and hope to humans will only leave
you betrayed, broken, dejected, humiliated and sorrowful. Break the
status quo. Smash your fears. Do it, even if you have to do it afraid.
Learn to do things that give you freedom. Don’t ensnare yourself
because of a relationship. Live the real you while giving your partner your
best. You come first in all things and it is and will always be your choice to
live a good life just like a very ‘very’ amazing and cute
friend like that I met at the latter days of the dark period would always tell
me. His story is another epic topic for discussion on its own. He did so well
without knowing it to nourish and encourage the newly discovered me. He watered
the seed planted by that Mama I talked about earlier. And he was able to
achieve that because I was ready and willing to be healed. Healing comes to
only those who welcome it. The truth is that if he were to come into my life in
my medieval life, I would have shut him out. That is why it is very important
for you to talk to people when you are confronted with challenges, most
especially those who aren’t close to you. They will talk to you without
sugar-coating anything. They will not be afraid of dishing out hurtful words to
heal you. They won’t pamper you to your own detriment. My close buddies tried ,
but they didn’t in the actual sense. They wanted me to heal but were merely
scratching the surface because they were afraid to hurt me. It takes heat to
bring out fire. It takes madness to cure madness. And please be truthful in
giving details when you meet such people. Be open and don’t garnish anything
because that will help them to help you.
The rebirth created a new passion for my job. This blog
was created. A step was taken to advance academically. My mode of dressing
changed. Do you
know that it is only when you put nice things into your soul that you know how
to dress well?I know how to
handle a relationship better. I love me to a fault. Bold steps were taken and
still going to be taken. I know that I am still far from being where I want to
be, but I am still moving. I am better than I was on my last birthday. I am
evolving. I am manifesting. I am growing. I love myself better. I am
discovering myself. And that is why I
tagged this year’s birthday celebration as
#myjourneytoselfdiscovery#powerofmore.
Dear friend, your goal must not be to show anybody
anything neither is it to spite anyone because they did or do not believe in
your dreams. You just need to strive to be better. Find the real you. Be the
original you. Be on your own lane. Find your own space because the world is big
enough to accommodate everyone’s dream. Living your life to show anyone the
stuff you are made of is a waste of valuable time and misplaced priority
because that could actually make you search for help in the wrong places and
that would eventually deal a terrible blow on your destiny. We only need to
seek to find the path for us, shine the light, get better and renewed. Enjoy all
aspects of life concurrently. None should affect the others. They all matter in
their own measure.
This song by Emma and Binda will inspire you.
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