Friday, October 20, 2006

Thank God it's Friday!!! Happy weekend y'all... overwhelmed babe tagged me so I gats to play along....

1. Shop keeper (Mum's Hair & Cosmetics shop)
2. Industrial Trainee
3. Database Manager
4. Contract Administrator

1. Queen of the World
2. Batwoman
3. Superwoman
4. Lara Croft

1. The Untouchables
2. Pirates of the Carribean
3. Lord of the Ring
4. Crash

1. PHC
2. Benin
3. Lagos
4. Haven't lived elsewhere

1. The weakest link
2. 24
3. Friends
4. Ally McBeal (Calista fan Alert!)

1. duh!
2. duh!
3. duh!
4. I've never been on vacation!


1. Eba and Okro soup
2. Boiled unripe plantains with loads of snails, dried fish scrumptious! (kekefiyaye)
3. My mothers special fried Yams (like biscuits!yummy!)
4. Club Sandwich anyone??

1. Dog meat aka 404
2. Akpu aka Santana
3. Gbegiri
4. Fried insects

1. A nice glass of chapman would be fine
2. Chocolat' Royale's Palmier
3. Fresh fish
4. Pepper soup

1. Electronics: TV/DVD/Stereo/Fridge etc
2. A ranting three year old who calls me mummy!
3. My man....
4. Loads of books and CD's (sorry, I cheated)

1. A baby..... (I'm craving for No. 2!)
2. The new book by Chimamanda Adichie- Half of a Yellow sun- come hither payday!
3. More space
4. More we ever get tired?

1. Tims
2. Jeans
3. Tank top
4. Underwear

1. In Canada... with my sister for an hour or so
2. In PHC, eating from my mama's kitchen and gossiping
3. At my 'new' job
4. In Heaven hehehe

1. Neverland
2. Wisteria Lane
3. Gotham City (Cos Batman would save us from all ills!)
4. Planet Krypton

1. Anne Robinson (I'd love to pick her brains)
2. Alicia keys (she will sing until she croaks)
3. Callista Flockheart
4. Sean Connery (A gentleman and a half)

1. Will this link thing work?
2. Lord have you selected Angel No. 2 yet?
3.When do I become certifiably rich?
4. When will these questions end?

1. My family- If they count as 'a thing'
2. My book and Audio Library
3. My car (for now)
4. My blog...

1. igo
2. jem
3. tp
4. l*i*g*h*d*e*h

Thursday, October 19, 2006

Today, I have some news from within and outside Nigeria, most important of course is the one about Nigeria. My, is this country getting crazy or what? I wonder why he did not declare a state of Emergency in Oyo and Bayelsa States then when the Govs were impeached on corruption charges. Or maybe it’s because the furor was not as much as in Ekiti State. Tsk tsk.

President Olusegun Obasanjo today declared a state of emergency in Ekiti State following the unconstitutional impeachment of the State governor, Governor Ayo Fayose and his deputy over corruption charges.
"I hereby declare a state of emergency in Ekiti state," he said in a National television broadcast."It is a clear case of usurpation of power. It is dangerous for our democracy ... to allow this flagrant violation of our constitution to go unchecked," Obasanjo said.

Governor Ayodele Fayose and his deputy were impeached on Monday by lawmakers after a judicial panel found them guilty of corruption. The lawmakers had earlier removed and replaced the chief judge who headed that panel; a move which Obasanjo (and the NBA) said was illegal.
Fayose, who was/is in hiding, insisted that he was still the governor. His deputy said she was the acting governor, while the lawmakers named their speaker as the new governor.
The President said this situation could not be allowed to continue as it risked causing a breach of order and safety in Ekiti and elsewhere in Nigeria. He suspended the governor, his deputy and the state house of assembly with immediate effect.

Obasanjo appointed a retired Major-general to run the affairs of the state for the next six months and said the move was to prevent Ekiti descending into anarchy and threatening security in Africa's biggest oil producer.


New York Mayor Michael Bloomberg's car was stolen on Wednesday and his assistant was punched in the face during the carjacking, police said.Bloomberg was not in the 2001 Lexus, which was stolen while the aide was running an errand in Hackensack, New Jersey, local police said.About 9 a.m., a woman approached the window of the car and asked Bloomberg's employee for money, Hackensack police said. When he refused, a man opened the car door and began to argue, they said.
"He punches the driver in the face. She reaches into the car and starts grabbing at the driver and at some point ... they wrestle (the driver) out of the car," a Hackensack police spokesman said.The car was found about two hours later, abandoned by the side of a road in Fair Lawn, N.J. Police said they were still searching for the two suspects.Police said the employee, who helps look after Bloomberg's personal business, was not seriously injured. Police declined to give his identity but said he was 62 years old.

BRUSSELS - A Belgian court has sentenced two 73-year-old grandparents to two-year suspended jail terms this week after they were convicted of dealing in heroin and other drugs, the tribunal said on Wednesday.The elderly pensioners had taken over the business of their grandson, who himself had been imprisoned for selling heroin, cocaine and ecstasy.The court established that the couple had sold a variety of drugs to people, including one minor, who dropped by their apartment near the northern town of Aalst. Some even came by to make large orders, the court said."The only thing that counted for them was to continue the profitable drug dealing business of their grandson," the judges wrote in their ruling on Tuesday.The couple, who had no prior criminal record, were also ordered to pay fines of 1,000 euros each.

Brazil, Oct 18 - A 67-year-old Brazilian grandmother who shot and wounded a bag-snatcher in Rio de Janeiro will get a medal from the crime-ridden city's legislators even though she faces trial for illegal gun possession.A spokeswoman for the municipal legislative chamber said on Wednesday deputies had voted unanimously to award pensioner Maria Dora dos Santos Arbex with the Pedro Ernesto Merit medal, for exceptional service to the city of Rio de Janeiro.On October 8, the retired nurse was walking her poodle in the middle-class neighborhood of Flamengo when a thief tried to take her cell phone and purse.Dos Santos Arbex, who said it was the fourth such assault she had faced, took out a .38 calibre revolver and shot the thief in the hand. The man tried to flee but was caught by police, who also charged her with illegal gun possession.She has been released on parole but is awaiting trial. Her case has caused a barrage of criticism against the authorities for doing nothing to contain street crime.Police argue the award sets a bad example, especially since the gun had not been legally registered.

Monday, October 16, 2006

I am a fan of Chickensoup for the this off em. Hope you like it.

I was married three times before I was seven years old.
My older brother Gary performed the ceremonies in our basement. Gary was good at entertaining the family and neighborhood kids with his creative ideas. Since I was the youngest boy in our group, I was often on the receiving end of his creativity.
What I remember most about those weddings is that all the girls were at least five years older than I was, and they all had beautiful eyes that sparkled when they laughed. Those weddings taught me to imagine what it would be like to find my soul mate one day and to be sure that I would know her by her beautiful eyes.

Puberty hit me late. I was still afraid of the opposite sex when I was fifteen, and yet I prayed every night for the girl I would marry. I asked God to help her do well in school and to be happy and full of energy-wherever and whoever she was.
I first kissed a girl when I was twenty-one. From that time forward, I dated many beautiful and talented young ladies, searching for the girl I had prayed for in my youth and still certain that I would know her by her eyes.

One day, my phone rang. "Don," it was my mother. "You know I told you about the Addisons, who moved in next door to us. Well, Clara Addison keeps asking me to invite you over for cards some night."
"Sorry, Mom, I've got a date that night."
"How could you? I haven't even told you what night it is?" my mother responded with exasperation.
"It doesn't matter when. I'm sure the Addisons are nice people, but I'm not going to waste an evening socializing with people who don't have any eligible daughters."
That's how stubborn I was-I was positive that there was no reason for me to go to visit the Addisons.

Years passed. I was twenty-six, and my friends were getting nervous about my prospects. They kept lining up blind dates for me. Many of these dates were fiascoes, and they were interfering with my social life. So I made up a few rules about blind dates:
1. No dates recommended by my mother (moms don't understand the sex-appeal factor).
2. No dates recommended by a female (they're too easy on each other).
3. No dates recommended by a single guy friend (if she's so awesome, how come he hasn't asked her out?).
In three simple steps, I eliminated 90 percent of all my blind dates, including one recommended by my old friend Karen. She called one evening to tell me that she had become good friends with a beautiful girl who reminded her of me. She said she knew we would hit it off. "Sorry," I said, "you're ruled out by rule number two."
"Don," she said, "You're crazy, and your silly rules are eliminating the girl you've been waiting for. But have it your way. Just take her name and phone number, and when you change your mind, call her."
To get Karen to stop bothering me about it, I said I would. The girl's name was Susan Maready. I never called her.
Just a couple of weeks later, I ran into my old buddy Ted in the university cafeteria. "Ted," I said. "You look like you're walking on air."
"Can you see stars under my feet?" he said, laughing. "The fact is, I just got engaged last night."
"Hey, congratulations!"
"Yeah," he said, "at thirty-two, I was beginning to wonder if any woman was going to have me." He pulled his wallet out of his pocket. "Here," he said, suddenly serious, "look at this.
It was a thin strip of paper from a fortune cookie. "You will be married within a year," it said.
"That's wild," I said. "They usually say something that would fit anyone, like 'You have a magnetic personality. They were really taking a chance with that one."
"No kidding," he said. "And look at me now."

A few weeks later, my roommate Charlie and I were eating dinner at a Chinese restaurant. I shared this story about Ted's fortune cookie prediction, and his subsequent engagement. Just then, the waiter brought over our postmeal fortune cookies. Charlie laughed at the coincidence as we opened our cookies. Mine said, "You have a magnetic personality." His said, "You or a close friend will be married within a year." A chill ran up my spine. This was really strange. Something told me to ask Charlie if I could keep his fortune, and he handed it to me with a smile.
Not long afterward, my classmate Brian said he wanted to introduce me to a young woman named Susan Maready. I was sure I'd heard that name before, but couldn't remember how or where. Since Brian was married, and therefore I wouldn't be breaking my "rules" about being fixed up by single guys, I accepted his offer to meet Susan.

Susan and I spoke on the phone, and planned a bike ride and a cookout. Then, the meeting-and as soon as I saw her, my heart started beating hard and wouldn't stop. Her large green eyes did something to me I couldn't explain. But somewhere in me, I knew that it was love at first sight.
After that wonderful evening, I remembered that this hadn't been the first time someone tried to fix me up with Susan. It all came back to me. Her name had been popping up all over the place for a long time. So the next time I had a chance to talk to Brian alone, I asked him about it.
He squirmed and tried to change the subject.
"What is it, Brian?" I asked.
"You'll have to ask Susan," was all he'd say.
So I did.
"I was going to tell you," she said. "I was going to tell you.
"Come on, Susan," I said. "Tell me what? I can't stand the suspense."
"I've been in love with you for years," she said, "since the first time I saw you from the Addisons' living room window. Yes-it was me they wanted you to meet. But you wouldn't let anyone introduce us. You wouldn't let the Addisons set us up; you wouldn't take Karen's word for it that we would like each other. I thought I was never going to meet you."
My heart swelled with love, and I laughed at myself. "Karen was right," I said. "My rules were crazy."
"You're not mad?" she asked.
"Are you kidding?" I said. "I'm impressed. I've got only one rule for blind dating now."
She gave me a strange look. "What's that?"
"Never again," I said and kissed her.
We were married seven months later.
Susan and I are convinced that we are true soul mates. When I was fifteen and praying for my future wife, she was fourteen and praying for her future husband.
After we had been married a couple of months, Susan said to me, "Do you want to hear something really strange?"
"Sure," I said. "I love to hear strange things."
"Well, about ten months ago, before I'd met you, my friends and I were at this Chinese restaurant, and…" She pulled a slip of paper from a fortune cookie out of her wallet:
"You will be married within a year…."

The Fortune Cookie Prophecy by Don Buehner
culled from Chicken soup for the Romantic Soul

Saturday, October 14, 2006

For the past 4 + years, I had been driving an Auto(matic gear) car and driving was pure bliss, infact it used to be a way of release for me. I actually went to driving school in early 2001, where I used a manual (stick) beat-up volkswagen beetle in my attempt to learn the art of driving in Lagos. I did not even complete the course. Well, what happened was I went for 5 days out of the 10 days course and since I could already move the car, I felt I was good to go.

I got my first car a few months later and it had an Automatic gear so I promptly forgot everything about my fiends, "the clutch" and "the gear stick" I was living the life!!! I felt, driving is way too easy! and I thought that was all there was to it.

Fast forward 5 years later. My S.O and I decide it's time to get yours truly a new care and we decide on this cute thing. For a manual of the same car, it's say Naira x and for an automatic gear it's Naira x + some. The price difference is actually over a Hundred and Fifty Thousand Naira more, so we decide to do the Economy thing and get the cheaper one. Then came the challenge. How was I, a die hard Auto driver going to make the switch to a manual car? As usual with me I psyched myself "if some 16 year old kid can do it, so can I!" (same thing I thought through pregnancy and delivery btw)

There I was a few days later, a 5 year old driver turned Learner (I didn't put up the big L sign, mind you) struggling on the streets of Lagos to get to work and back home. It's like learning how to run without first walking. Oh how may times I forgot to clutch down or change to a higher gear! Anyway, all that is past me... I am now a fully certified Class B driver -According to my drivers' license!

My next challenge will be learning how to swim... How on earth did I, a girl born and brought up in the Niger-Delta miss learning that throughout my youth?? Phew!

Friday, October 13, 2006

This is the book I am reading now.... I am halfway through it and would finish it tonight! It's a true life story of a book-seller and his family in Kabul, Afghanistan written by Åsne Seierstad a Norwegian journalist, who moved in with him and his family for three months with the primary aim of writing a book about them and Afghanistan as a whole.

In her book, she mirrors the traditional family life of the Afghans, their communal living, their religious and socio-political life, the rise and fall of the Taliban in Afghanistan and above all, the bookseller.

She wrote her book based on her take on the words and actions of the books' main character Sultan Khan, his wives Sharifa and Sonya, His sister Leila, His sons Mansur, Eqbal and Aimal and daughter Shabnam.

It's sad that although this book is the Norway's biggest Non-fiction bestseller in history, it also caused a lot of fury from the real Bookseller Shah Muhammad Rais and his family, the models upon whom the novel was based.

He described the book as containing "...defamations of myself, my family and my country contained in her book "The Bookseller of Kabul" involving questions of honour and truth that extend far beyond the lies and distortions committed in this particular case..." he also brought legal action against the author.

Whatever the verdict was, my take is this: Forget the book was based on "the book seller" - although that is the title. Just try to read the book. It is worth a thousand words.

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Hi every one.. Its been a long time, if I may say so myself... I got this in a mail from my sister and decided to share it will all the ladies....


A man and his wife were having some problems at home and were giving each other the silent treatment. Suddenly, the man realized that the next day,he would need his wife to wake him at 5:00 am for an early morning business flight. Not wanting to be the first to break the silence (and LOSE), he wrote on a piece of paper, "Please wake me at 5:00 am” He left it where he knew she would find it.The next morning, the man woke up, only to discover it was 9:00 am and he had missed his flight. Furious, he was about to go andsee why his wife hadn't wakened him, when he noticed a piece of paper bythe bed. The paper said, "It is 5:00 am. Wake up." Men are not equipped for these kinds of contests.
A couple drove down a country road for several miles, not saying a word. An earlier discussion had led to an argument and neither of them wanted to concede their position. As they passed a barnyard of mules, goats, and pigs, the husband asked sarcastically, "Relatives of yours?" "Yep," the wife replied , "in-laws
" Cash, check or charge?" I asked, after folding items the woman wished to purchase. As she fumbled for her wallet I noticed a remote control for a television set in her purse. "So, do you always carry your TV remote?" I asked."No," she replied, “but my husband refused to come shopping with me, and I figured this was the most evil thing I could do to him legally."

I know I'm not going to understand women. I'll never understand how you can take boiling hot wax, pour it onto your upper thigh, rip the hair out by the root, and still be afraid of a spider. W O R D S A husband read an article to his wife about how many words women use a day... 30,000 to a man's 15,000. The wife replied, "The reason has to be because we have to repeat everything to men... The husband then turned to his wife and asked, "What?"
A man said t o his wife one day, "I don't know how you can be so stupid and so beautiful all at the same time. " The wife responded, "Allow me to explain. God made me beautiful so you would be attracted to me; God made me stupid so I would be attracted to you!
A man and his wife were having an argument about who should brew the coffee each morning. The wife said, "You should do it, because you get up first, and then we don't have to wait as long to get our coffee." The husband said, “You are in charge of cooking around here and you should do it, because that is your job, and I can just wait for my coffee." Wife replies, "No, you should do it, and besides, it is in the Bible that the man should do the coffee." Husband replies, "I can't believe that, show me." So she fetched the Bible, and opened the New Testament and showed him at the top of several pages, that it indeed says........."HEBREWS"
God may have created man before woman, but there is always a rough draft before the masterpiece.

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