RE: All Single Men Stand Up!

Ever since I read an article titled ‘All Single Men Stand Up’ by Glory Edozien on bellanaija.com, I have always wanted to put up a response to it but I guess there was no other best time to do it than now. After reading the article, I tweeted @bellanaija for a permission to write a response to the article and I was directed to the editor but that was the last they heard from me. Though it’s been a long time the article has been published, I guess a response won’t be a bad idea and may end up adding more to the questions if it doesn’t help solve the mystery of the ‘Invisible Single Men’.

I remember those days when the single guys were always out on the trail for single ladies who were always up for the fronting and proving too hard to get. They turned these guys who seek to be friends with them into laughing stocks, they call themselves names like ‘Iron ladies, Hot steppers, Uptown gurls, etc’ while they call the guys names like ‘Sule, Maga, Mumu, Dull-apo, etc’, they never wanted to leave the mist of their fellow single ladies whom they do all the gossiping about guys with and even downgrade these harmless and innocent looking ‘single guys’.

I also remember a popular story about a guy that got shouted at by a gurl after he approached her. But, the guy seemed to be too smart for the gurl. After shouting ‘leave me alone!’ the guy shouted back at her, saying; ‘I won’t leave you alone till you accept Jesus Christ as your Lord and Saviour!’ hummm...... smart guy u say? I’m also very much aware of what is going on in our universities and tertiary institutions. Gurls, proud about dating aristos (their father’s age mate) and they regard the single men as nothing but struggling brats who can’t even meet their needs not to talk of meeting another person’s needs.

These stories plus other similar stories spiced with the “aristo factor” are more than enough to answer the question of where the single men are. The single men won’t keep racing up and down chasing shadows of single ladies who seem not to be ready for them and only delight in the luxury and comfort of an older man who they believe is “more caring and loving”.

With the old fashion of guys chasing gurls all around fading away; with warmest regard, I will like to announce to the single ladies looking for the single men that ‘THEY ARE RIGHT THERE!’; at the Bar, viewing centres and even around you but If what am thinking is true, then I guess you (single ladies) need to go the extra mile and fish them out ‘cos ‘WHAT A MAN CAN DO, A WOMAN CAN DO BETTER’ so gurls, if the shoe doesn’t fit, PAD IT UP!!

Lmao! I guess have been sounding like a kindda preacher all along but really, Nigerian ladies are just too expensive, they want to shop at the most expensive shops, ride in the most expensive cars, go to the most expensive places and also date the most expensive guys. *in D’Banj’s voice* Yeeee! Mogbeeee! Where will most single guys get all these bearing in mind that most of them are still in school or just outta School and can’t even afford those things all by themselves, so the guys whom gurls see and meet at these places are the already made ones and are most times taken.

Stating all this, I will like to leave you with the comment I made on the article and it goes thus:

‘‘I believe all that’s happening is logical. I do remember the days when guys never really enjoyed the company of other guys, but the so called “single ladies” drove us all to it. they are all over the place with their girlfriends, ignoring we guys and making us look more of a ‘fool’ when we approach them by playing hard to get and saying (in their own words) “am just using him to catch trips”. Now they are being paid back in their own coins and here they are complaining, You (Single ladies) stay with your girlfriends and we (single men) stay with the guys networking and talking about football.’

Sounds very silly of me to have made that last statement, right? but I also made this statement ‘So much stuff to write about and probably a reply to this article if am permitted.’ Wow! What a dream *Big Grin*

But trust me, I didn’t stop there without dropping a joke for all to think about rather than laugh about and here is the last part of my comment ‘(Just for jokes) A friend of mine said “when God created Adam, he joined him with Eve but nowadays, Adam is being joined with Steve”’.

Thanks for reading, a comment will also be much appreciated, Thanks!

My Top Ten Naija Songs of 2010

Here are my top 10 Naija Songs of 2010 and they are arranged in no order of preference.

My main criteria for deciding which song comes up on here is what I use in judging all songs and it’s the delivery the song was made in and the meaning the song portraits.

• Still Together by Banky W ft MI

This song was released on Oct 1^st 2010 to mark the 50^th year of Nigeria’s independence. This song was well delivered, nice lyrics, even though we are still together as a country; I hope we will be together in Peace and Unity come 2011.

For me, there is no way this song won’t have made it to my top 10 list and if am to have just one song that made my 2010, it will have to be this song because ‘we rise when we fall, we still standing tall, we will make it through the night, You and I’.

What can I say about MI’s rap on this track? He killed it, using the right delivery he is known for, he added the right lyrics, I think this is one of his best.

• Get Down by Vector ft 2face

‘See I like the smile on people’s faces, every time we step into town’

2face is an artist that kills tracks so what else do you expect from a collabo with him.  Even though Vector is not my kind of artist cos I think he is proud, I can never hide the fact that he is good. He has got a kindda delivery that works for me and having 2face on a track is just the best that can happen to an artist at the moment.

Delivery was Bam, style was lovely, the song for me is one of the best of 2010

• Dreamer by Young Pizzy

‘ I'm a dreamer, if u dream someday surely it will come true!’

Am sure most of you don’t know this guy neither do you know this song but I will like you all to listen to the song, you can get it on 4shared.com. This is a song that would have made it to my top 5 songs of 2010 and to even think that it came from a young artist in the musical industry, this song is a BOMB, am giving it to him.

Delivery is superb, hard and strong, kindda unique, just the way I like it. I love songs with true meaning and this is one of such songs.

• One Naira by MI ft Waje

There’s something about this song that even the lil’mistake in the song can never hide, this is a great song, it’s one of the very few MI songs that am proud of. There are some very sick and deep dope lines on this track such as ‘it doesn’t matter if I’ve got ego, there’s something we can build on Lego’ Very, very lovely line.

 Waje being on this track killed it with her ‘superb’ voice; I just can’t help but to put this song on here. This song does it for me cos ‘whether na one naira, whether na one million, babe u got me’.

• Jor oh! remix By JahBless, Eldee, Reminisce, Durella and Ruggedman

‘Yahoo messenger, shey o le ran lo soja?’

This song recorded massive download and became more popular than the original song. The delivery was strong and the style was nice. Jahbless got some crazy people on this track and it became an instant hit. It's definitely going down on my top 10 songs of 2010, 'Jor oh'!

• Fimile remix by Kas ft 2Face and D’Banj

This song will definitely make it to my top 3 songs of 2010. Its like bringing the best of both worlds together, D’Banj and 2Face.

Kas did a great job and the combination of 2Face and Dbanj on this track is what I call musical explosion. Need I say more? This song is just it for me BTW ‘omo Yoruba ni mi o, swagga’

• Jazz Me by Zeez ft Waje

This is a song that may not do it for you but for me, it sure does, else it wont have climbed up to be in my top 10 songs of 2010.

I give this to Zeez and Waje for a nice track well delivered, this is a love song delivered in a party-like/dance-like tone, I just cant help it, or maybe 'o ma ti logun fun mi, ko ma ye mi mo bo shey nsemi'.

• My Head, My Belle by MI

Nice song man, mixture of in-house and streetwise lyrics.

Delivery is very unique; I really love what you did on this track and what you did with this song, there is no doubt that you’re going places but watch your lyrics brova! Nice song.

• Rain Drops by 2Face

This song simply summarize a part of 2Face’s life and he used the opportunity to advice the youth saying ‘Young man, be careful and think it twice, before you choose to use your device, so you don’t have rain drops falling from your eyes, once you see a blessing in disguise’.

2Face is an intelligent artist, a very good one and a focused one at that. Still looking forward to the day I will meet him. This song is one of my best tracks on his Unstoppable album. What pains me most is that Nigerians listen to the beat and delivery of a song and not the lyrics, this song is a kindda song I can allow my child listen to over and over again. This song will definitely be on my top 5 songs of the year, it does a whole lot for me.

• Scape Goat by D’banj

D’banj made it clear that he is an entertainer and he proved it with this track. Though this was a hard decision, I had to pick it over Mr. Endowed.

This is a song composed of ‘sweet nothings’, the kindda things gurls love to hear and him being an entertainer, he went ahead to deliver this song in a very nice way.

Don J did a very good job on the beat and D’banj delivered well, nice song and its going down on my top 10 Naija songs of 2010.

Coming up with this list was kindda easy for me as songs that has no true meaning were automatically disqualified and am sure this answers your question about why Oleku by Ice Prince and Don’t Dull by WizKid never made it up to this list.

HaPpY New Year Friends, I hope to be a consistent writer in the year 2011.

Thanks for making year 2010 a success for me; I look forward to sharing year 2011 with you guys.

LOVE YOU ALL!!!

Merry Xmas, the Naija Style

This Video was made out of boredom about a year ago.
Looking at the video, one will think I'm on some cheap drugs such as Xpired Alabukun but when it comes to making people smile, laugh and want to talk more, am always ready to make a fool of myself and this was one of such times. I hope you do enjoy and laugh over it but in the mean time MERRY XMAS in advance!!

Drop a comment pls. thanks!

Poo-po or Health, Where do you belong?

If you're one of those who think wine drinking is a bad habit, this is for you

Also those who believe water is health, need to read this post

And finally to those struggling to put an end to wine drinking, this post is dedicated to you

I Just got accused by someone so close to me if I had gone drinking again while another said that "too much wine ain't good for the body, water is better". We all know what the doctors say "Drink a lot of water, it will help your system" but here is a word for you all, Now is the time to know nothing but the truth!

As Ben Franklin said:

"In wine there is wisdom,

 In beer there is freedom, 

 In water there is bacteria."

In a number of carefully controlled trials, Scientists have demonstrated that if we drink 1 litre of water each day, At the end of the year we would have absorbed More than 1 kilo of Escherichia coli, (E. Coli) -bacteria Found in faeces. In other words, we are consuming 1kilo of poop..However, We do NOT run that risk when drinking wine or beer (or tequila, rum, whiskey or other liquor) Because alcohol has to go through a purification process Of boiling, filtering and/or fermenting.

Equation: Water = Poop while Wine = Health.

Therefore, it's better to drink wine and talk stupid, Than to drink water and be full of shit.

There is no need to thank me for this valuable information: I'm doing it as a public service!

Yes you heard me right, all am doing is a public service, someone opened my eyes and I saw a reason for yours to be open too.

SMH, so much about water this days that am so scared of using it but as the Great Legend, The King of Afro Beat said in his song tittle 'Water', he said "water, e no get enemy" meaning "water has got no enemy". In all our daily endeavours, we all need to make use of it else ..................

iPhone vs BlackBerry???

No generation has ever been confused as the recent generation of electronic users, especially in the choice of phone. At first, it was Nokia Vs Samsung, then SonyErricson joined the crew but now, Everybody want to use a Blackberry, we all want to be able to give out our 'PIN' when asked, we all want to PING!!! and be PING!!!ed, we all want to send instant pictures to our friends at the other end, we all want the BB icon under our FB status, we just want to stay connected as long as our phone is on but at the same time, we want to be identified with a brand that seem to come with class (thanks to d power of marketing), we all want to own an iPhone, we all love the 'i' to the extent that we now easily identify with it. Most people on FB, Twitter and even on Blackberry messenger now have their own 'iProduct', some of which include iFaint, iDie, iPackmyload, iGovillage, iSpy, e.t.c

Recently, while I was at a friends place chilling for her to get the food served, I saw the iPhone engage the Blackberry in a hot 'convo-like' battle; the iPhone said to the BB;

iPhone: Hey BB, why are you this Big or is that why they have to name u twice?

BlackBerry: Is that why we're here? Choi! See the slim thin wey dey talk, i go just throw u slap now

iPhone: *feeling strong* Am not thin, its healthy living, am keeping fit and who u wan slap?

Blackberry: *laffs* keeping fit my foot, show me your six packs, ode oshi!

iPhone: Keeping fit does not mean am building, duaw! Am keeping fit and u can see with the way I am, flat tummy with cute body structure.

Blackberry: keeping fit no be hunger strike, see my different packs *shows off his key pads*

iPhone: is that packs or folds, anyway, I better pass you

Blackberry: u better pass me? how many people dey use u? nd how many times dem dey touch u? how strong can u go?

iPhone: Very strong, BTW am not an 'ashy' *shakes its head* why u dey always give out your pin self, ashawo!

Backberry: (feeling insulted) *raised its hand to slap the iPhone* I go just slap u now, am only keeping the family strong and staying connected with other BB family. do u even think I will be as useless as u are? u this......

iPhone: * interrupts* Me? useless u say? go ask T-Pain, I make his songs, am responsible for his voice

Blackberry: *laffin out loud* T-Pain self no go wan do am, u think say e fit use 'werepe' do powder?

iPhone: E don dey madt abi?

Blackberry: jor oh! watin u mean by that *moves closer to the iPhone*

iPhone: *taking a step backward* O boy, Sinzu o!

Blackberry: *takes a look at himself* What is Sinzu? e bi like say u wan use chain saw do friction abi?

iPhone: I beggie! U're out of credit, ur call no connect

Blackberry: *laffs* U self no go wan PING!!! now

iPhone: *frowns* E bi like say craze woman don dey show u pant, abi?

Blackberry: *shouting* Who? Who craze woman dey show pant? who?

iPhone: U! U wey be retad, I go beat u till u're retard-dead

The iPhone charge towards the Blackberry and all of a sudden I heard a crashing sound, it was then I opened my eyes only to realise I have been dreaming, but based on this short argument between the iPhone and the Blackberry, I will like you all to take the poll at the right hand side, just to know which of the two brand you will go for, bearing in mind that you are to choose just one out of the two.

Thanks!

Before they call, I will answer

I got this message from a friend, I don't know if its real or not but this story moved me to the point of tears.This is not another meaningless thread, neither has it got anything negative attached to it but if you take a lilttle out of your precious time in reading this, you will be glad you did and God bless you as you do so.
"The Lord directs the steps of the Godly. He delights in every detail of their lives. Though they stumble, they will never fall, for the Lord holds them by the hand" (Psalm 37:23-24 NLT).

Isaiah 65:24
This is a story written by a doctor who worked in Africa .

One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all we could do, she died, leaving us with a tiny, premature baby and a crying two-year-old daughter. We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive; as we had no incubator (we had no electricity to run an incubator). We also had no special feeding facilities.
Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts. One student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and the cotton wool that the baby would be wrapped in.
Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle. She came back shortly in distress to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst (rubber perishes easily in tropical climates)..
'And it is our last hot water bottle!' she exclaimed. As in the West, it is no good crying over spilled milk, so in Central Africa, it might be considered no good crying over burst water bottles.
They do not grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down forest pathways.
'All right,' I said, 'put the baby as near the fire as you safely can, and sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts Your job is to keep the baby warm.'

The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with any of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby. I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough,mentioning the hot water bottle, and that the baby could so easily die if it got chills. I also told them of the two-year-old sister, crying because her mother had died.
During prayer time, one ten -year-old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt conciseness of our African children. 'Please, God' she prayed, 'Send us a hot water bottle today It'll be no good tomorrow, God, as the baby will be dead, so please send it this afternoon.'
While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added, 'And while You are about it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl so she'll know You really love her?'
As often with children's prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say 'Amen?' I just did not believe that God could do this.
Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything; the Bible says so. But there are limits, aren't there? The only way God could answer this particular prayer would be by sending me a parcel from the homeland. I had been in Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had never, ever, received a parcel from home.
Anyway, if anyone did send me a parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived on the equator!
Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses' training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door. By the time I reached home, the car had gone, but there on the verandah was a large 22-pound parcel. I felt tears pricking my eyes. I could not open the parcel alone, so I sent for the orphanage children.. Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly Excitement was mounting. Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard box. >From the top, I lifted out brightly-coloured, knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out. Then there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children looked a little bored.. Then came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas - that would make a batch of buns for the weekend.
Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the.....could it really be?

I grasped it and pulled it out. Yes, a brand new, rubber hot water bottle. I cried.
I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He could.
Ruth was in the front row of the children. She rushed forward, crying out, 'If God has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly, too!'
Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully-dressed dolly. Her eyes shone! She had never doubted!
Looking up at me, she asked, 'Can I go over with you and give this dolly to that little girl, so she'll know that Jesus really loves her?'
'Of course,' I replied!
That parcel had been on the way for five whole months, packed up by my former Sunday school class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God's prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator.
And one of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child - five months before, in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it 'that afternoon.'

'Before they call, I will answer.' (Isaiah 65:24)

When you receive this, say the prayer. That's all I ask. No strings attached. Just send it on to whomever you want - but do send it on.
Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive. There is no cost, but a lot of rewards. Let's continue praying for one another.
This awesome prayer takes less than a minute.
Heavenly Father, I ask you to bless my friends reading this. I ask You to minister to their spirit. Where there is pain, give them Your peace and mercy. Where there is self doubting, release a renewed confidence to work through them Where there is tiredness or exhaustion, I ask You to give them understanding, guidance, and strength. Where there is fear, reveal our love and release to them Your courage.. Bless their finances, give them greater vision, and raise up leaders and friends to support and encourage them. I ask You to do these things in Jesus' name. Amen


P. S. Passing this on to anyone you consider a friend will bless you both. Passing this on to one not considered a friend is something Christ would do. Please share this link with someone today!

HaPpY Ending!!!

Here lies one of my random writings that keep me going


Days are here
Nights are over
Sleepless nights with quiet times
Never knew there will be light at the end of the tunnel

The tunnel seems unending
Legs tired, eyes blinking
Hands shriving, mind wandering
Never knew hope could be lost
Till it seems so far away

Your days are over
My days are near
Drawing closer than the snail
Moving faster than the plane
It will fall on you like the rain

I've seen worst days
You've seen better days
Now is the time to switch roles
Hope you do play your part well

Like Shakespeare's Macbeth
You feel you are above the world
You seem to be outta this world kindda person
Not knowing the end of your reign is here

As seen on TV
It looks like a comic play
But like a fairy tale
There will always be HaPpY Endings ever after.

Life (The deathly divorce)

Just like my friend who sent this to me, I take no credit for the piece you're about to read. In fact, it isn't what I intended to write about today. However, it came from a thoughtful friend this morning and I decided it just had to be it.
This is not one of those chain mails that has repercussions attached to, this is probably a true life experience telling us about love and how it should be approached and treated.

Please its, worth reading and may you be blessed as you do so.

""""""""""""""""""""When I got home that night, as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, 'I've got something to tell you.'
She sat down and ate quietly.
Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking.
'I want a divorce,' I raised the topic calmly. She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words. Instead, she asked me softly, 'Why?'
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, 'You are not a man!'
That night we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her! With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to bed and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew. When I woke up, she was still there at the table, writing. I just did not care, so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage. This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into our bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that everyday for the month's duration, I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door every morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request. I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. 'No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce,' she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, 'Daddy is holding mummy in his arms.' His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, 'don't tell our son about the divorce.' I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.
On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps, the everyday workout made me stronger. She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, 'all my dresses have grown bigger.' I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Then it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at the moment and said, 'Dad, it's time to carry mum out.' To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.
On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, 'I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.' I drove to office... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, 'Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.' She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. 'Do you have a fever?' She said. I moved her hand off my head. 'Sorry, Dew,' I said, 'I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day, I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.' Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, 'I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.'
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed. DEAD!
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank, blah..blah..blah. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy.

Share this as far as you possibly can. If you don't share it, nothing will happen to you. If you do, you just might save a marriage.""""""""""""""""""""

Well, need I say any more? Have an awesome day.
Esther Amina (I guess she is the author).
 
The End
 
Need I write anymore? May the Lord bless our marriage, our Parents and all those around us

Mafaba the Carpenter

The day couldn't have started more better than with the thought of starting a new job even though it is a volunteer job which leaves your account not any better than it was before the job, I look so eager to start and couldn't wait for the long awaited start time.
My day started very early with the hope of converting a £5 note to £150 by the end of the day but faith started failing me as soon as I stepped out of the house after enduring the sound that emanates from the next room which happens to be my flatmate snoring. Stepping out into the ever cold hands of the Aberdeen weather which knows no summer, my hands were properly tocked into my trouser but all I had on me was a polo t-shirt and as custom demands I must not go back into the house till the days task is over which left me with no other choice than praying for my enemies that God should please send them for an MBA course in the University of Aberdeen (this will come as a blog later on).
On getting to my money doubling joint (Hillhead),
I was so disappointed that my offer was turned down and I had to stay away from £145 which made going to work very boring.
On arriving work, I was given a 'quick' task which lasted for more than 3hrs, My task was to make a room drawer. With no experience but with the help of a manual and an electric screwdriver, I was able to make my way through and became a certified carpenter, thanks to BRITISH HEART FOUNDATION!


Below are the pictures of me doing the wood work. I couldn't get the final result snapped cos the store had already ran outta time, closing time was 5pm but we left there around 6:40pm, thanks to the newest carpenter in town

      

  

              

   

Came home, settledown with a plate of Amala with efo and fish, cooling off with PES 10 before stepping down with my gurlfriends call.

I guess this is not what this blog is all about but we will get there in due course.

Cheers mate!

Paul the Psychic Octopus (Paul the Babalawo or Ifa Priest)

South Africa 2010 has come and gone and has left so many unforgettable memories with us ranging from Keitastrofic or keitatiass to 'Green it', the blasting sound of Vuvuzulas, the almighty Jabulani ball, just to mention a few but every wonder what became popular and even left people wondering if Vevezula was ever used in the just concluded world cup, then it would be no other than the 2year old England born Octopus who migrated to start its career in Germany and named Paul. Paul the octopus is far much more expensive than the most expensive player (C. Ronaldo) who took part in the world cup.

What makes Paul popular?

Paul the Ifa priest like I like calling him became popular through its clean record prediction (i will call it divination) of all of Germany's match and the final match between Spain and Norway, which has left noting but death treats and its been asked to be used for sushi.

Paul became popular through its eating power by identifying the weakest link to be dealt with last and predicting the strongest link will win.

How was this done? 
During each prediction, two mussel-filled acrylic boxes labeled with a team's flag were lowered into his tank. Whichever box he chose to eat from first conveyed the winning team. He drew cries of despair from assembled watchers before the semifinal round, when he lingered over the box for the German flag before opting for the Spanish flag instead. Spain won the match 1-0.

Bitter German fans later threatened to turn him into sushi and Sea Life in Oberhausen received death-threat emails saying "we want Paul for the pan," but after Spain's triumph in Sunday's final, Spain's Prime Minister Jose Luiz Rodriguez Zapatero called for octopus bodyguards.

Hear what the press has to say

(CNN) -- Paul the octopus -- who correctly predicted the outcome of eight World Cup matches in a row -- is officially retiring from the prediction business, said the aquarium in Germany where he lives.

"A host of offers from around the globe will be carefully vetted in the coming days to see if there are opportunities to spread Paul's fame even further, without involving the canny cephalod directly," Sea Life aquariums said in a statement.

Oberhausen Sea Life Center in Germany, where Paul resides, is also considering establishing a school for octopods "so that Paul has the opportunity to pass on some of his skills to younger cousins before his short but memorable life reaches its natural conclusion." Said spokesman Mark Oakley, "He has been a superstar and deserves a quiet retirement. Paul the octopus is arguably the most famous sea creature there has ever been."

I wonder if any ifa priest both in his life time and in death has and will ever live to the achievements of Paul, the Octopus.
Even though, the first World cup to be played on African's own soil didn't go well with the African teams, it has got its place in the records. It has made histories and we as Africans do hope it will find its place in history with the Vuvuzelas, Octopus prediction and the Jabulani ball.