I like sleeping with the music on, it’s like food to my soul. When I need to get some sleep, or cook something new, music turns me on, good music that is, not some of our naija rants.
This morning, as I was dressing for work, the music stopped abruptly and the smooth voice of Inspiration FM’s Oscar boomed on, and he was talking about his friend losing her job.
Apart from Mutalab, Yaradua’s health, the next big news in Nigeria is JOB CUTS. Oscar was asking the listeners for solutions for this friend. Come to think of it, what do you tell a person in this situation, it is a tricky one.
The truth of the matter is whether we like it or not, this dilemma is real, banks are laying off in folds and after the gratis is worked out, the not so fortunate ones will have to pay up their loan deductions and this leaves them with nothing. Pathetic!
Imagine the scenario of the banker couples who both lost their jobs, how do you expect such people to cope? I mean this is so sad, and we all look on as NYSC dispatches thousands of graduates into the already saturated market.
I am particularly glad that a lot of people responded and called in to the programme, some were actually people that were affected by the job cuts. I praised the attitude of these people because that is truly the first road to recovery.
I did not get to finish the programme as I was almost late for work, but I heard Oscar urging people to text job alerts to a SMS Code, and I must applaud his initiative.
At this time, we all have to help each other, encouraging our friends and families who are in this situation. We need to reach out to them in the best possible ways and show hem that we love and support them. If there are other things within your reach, please offer to them.
For those affected by the job cuts, I wish you God’s favour and mercy, It can happen top anyone, so cheer up because there is light at the end of the tunnel.
And to Oscar, if you get to see this, nice one and continue inspiring others.
Happy New Year!
Thursday, January 28, 2010
rants of a desperate naija housewife
“God bless Nigeria” was the quick prayer that I said when I realized that there was a public holiday on Friday, this is going to be a long break, and so long it was.
I got home early from work on Thursday, and so did Dh, and I had mentally planned this short break, one would think I was on leave, in between my thoughts, I heard his phone beep and it was a biz call, one I was sure would not affect me, boy! How wrong was I?
I was still planning mentally when Dh came to me, we were just gisting and the conversation revealed that he was going to be away during my well planned break…
I was so mad, angry, disappointed and what more? And I angrily packed an overnight bag, so what happens to my entire plan? I queried no one in particular.
So Friday came and off Dh went, leaving me with a promise to call at every interval. Our little boy of course was sad to see daddy leave but was quick to be consoled with the fact that there will be gifts on arrival and that “he was in charge of the house”.
How do I live thru this break that I had planned to be twosome, I just lived each hour with a drag, I read, slept, woke up, watched all sorts of series and cartoons with the little guy in charge. In fact I was so bored that I did some fitness exercise, cleaned the mirror (twas that bad).
Did the phone calls come as promised, yes! They did, and my phone was totally glued to my hands lest I missed a call from Dh, but it did not make up for the TLC I missed, how on earth can phone calls, emails, chatting, or Skype make up for the touch of your partner? Based on my experience, it cannot do a thang! How do people cope with internet love?
So summarily my weekend was a bore, though twas good having a “me time”, am still home alone awaiting Dh’s arrival, and I realized that one is good but two is definitely better, I realized how much I missed my Dh, nobody to switch stations to super sports, or al jazeera, or argue politics, no one to cook for even at odd hours of the day, no pillow fights (u know what I mean), and if the days were long, the nights were much longer…
In short, this is a ranting of a woman missing her boo, Period!
I got home early from work on Thursday, and so did Dh, and I had mentally planned this short break, one would think I was on leave, in between my thoughts, I heard his phone beep and it was a biz call, one I was sure would not affect me, boy! How wrong was I?
I was still planning mentally when Dh came to me, we were just gisting and the conversation revealed that he was going to be away during my well planned break…
I was so mad, angry, disappointed and what more? And I angrily packed an overnight bag, so what happens to my entire plan? I queried no one in particular.
So Friday came and off Dh went, leaving me with a promise to call at every interval. Our little boy of course was sad to see daddy leave but was quick to be consoled with the fact that there will be gifts on arrival and that “he was in charge of the house”.
How do I live thru this break that I had planned to be twosome, I just lived each hour with a drag, I read, slept, woke up, watched all sorts of series and cartoons with the little guy in charge. In fact I was so bored that I did some fitness exercise, cleaned the mirror (twas that bad).
Did the phone calls come as promised, yes! They did, and my phone was totally glued to my hands lest I missed a call from Dh, but it did not make up for the TLC I missed, how on earth can phone calls, emails, chatting, or Skype make up for the touch of your partner? Based on my experience, it cannot do a thang! How do people cope with internet love?
So summarily my weekend was a bore, though twas good having a “me time”, am still home alone awaiting Dh’s arrival, and I realized that one is good but two is definitely better, I realized how much I missed my Dh, nobody to switch stations to super sports, or al jazeera, or argue politics, no one to cook for even at odd hours of the day, no pillow fights (u know what I mean), and if the days were long, the nights were much longer…
In short, this is a ranting of a woman missing her boo, Period!
and I miss those heels
and I miss those heels
As I count down the days, I am a little excited, a little anxious, a little worried and this is not my first time. I have travelled down this road 5 years ago, but this time around, it is a new ball game entirely.
Like they say, “no pregnancy is the same”. I am loaded with so many emotions time and my adrenaline level has risen above the normal.
Sometimes I feel like kicking my husby after all, he put me in this situation, but I know that all eyebrows are raised with the expression “after all you gave your consent”, yeah right, I did!
I am waiting patiently for my EDD, and I try to imagine how that day will come, will my waters break, will it be in the day or at night, do I need an epidural, I hope there won’t be any tears, should I insist that husby stays in the delivery room, I hope there won’t be traffic? These were my top questions at the moment, but all these were secondary compared to missing those heels.
I am a five inch something, and if you know what I mean, heels are this girl’s best friend till am old and grey. It can be so annoying to wear flat pumps, sandals and sports shoes, I mean I miss those heels.
Those heels give me confidence, carriage, poise, grace and it sure comes in handy when I am in danger, there is nothing as painful as being stepped upon with a killer heel. Those faithful heels are my best friend and foe, while giving me poise; it also gives me those annoying cramps.
But I am content with having to wait, after all it’s only a whole nine months. I know I will be rewarded with cute smiles, loud burps, funny words, tantrums and the rest of them.
So I lie in my bed smiling with content knowing that there is no pain no gain. For the umpteenth time, I miss those heels!
As I count down the days, I am a little excited, a little anxious, a little worried and this is not my first time. I have travelled down this road 5 years ago, but this time around, it is a new ball game entirely.
Like they say, “no pregnancy is the same”. I am loaded with so many emotions time and my adrenaline level has risen above the normal.
Sometimes I feel like kicking my husby after all, he put me in this situation, but I know that all eyebrows are raised with the expression “after all you gave your consent”, yeah right, I did!
I am waiting patiently for my EDD, and I try to imagine how that day will come, will my waters break, will it be in the day or at night, do I need an epidural, I hope there won’t be any tears, should I insist that husby stays in the delivery room, I hope there won’t be traffic? These were my top questions at the moment, but all these were secondary compared to missing those heels.
I am a five inch something, and if you know what I mean, heels are this girl’s best friend till am old and grey. It can be so annoying to wear flat pumps, sandals and sports shoes, I mean I miss those heels.
Those heels give me confidence, carriage, poise, grace and it sure comes in handy when I am in danger, there is nothing as painful as being stepped upon with a killer heel. Those faithful heels are my best friend and foe, while giving me poise; it also gives me those annoying cramps.
But I am content with having to wait, after all it’s only a whole nine months. I know I will be rewarded with cute smiles, loud burps, funny words, tantrums and the rest of them.
So I lie in my bed smiling with content knowing that there is no pain no gain. For the umpteenth time, I miss those heels!
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