tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315773972024-03-08T04:09:44.770+01:00♥nyemoni♥♫♪♫♪These words are mine; straight from my he♥rt♫♪♫♪♥♫♪nyemoni♫♪♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/06066949621681826170noreply@blogger.comBlogger91125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31577397.post-19811699236376377722011-07-01T10:11:00.002+01:002011-07-01T11:06:28.981+01:00John Mayer - In Your Atmosphere (Live in LA) [High Def!]<iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AnJocsVYy-o?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""></iframe><br /><br />There are just no words to describe the muscical genius of John Mayer....I think this is one of his finest works yet. I just can't understand his falling out of fashion with this song at all, although he did say it (the song) fell right back into fashion with him......Such talent!! I wish I could at least play a guitar!! Oh well, there are things I can do that he can't I'm sure!! :p<br /><br />And I can't believe I've had this song in my library for 2 years and was still stuck on Daughters, Say and Neon. With this song though, the highlight for me is from 4:31 to the end...can't get enough of it!!<br /><br />Anyhow, I thought I'd take baby steps back to blogging by starting off with one of my passions - Music that is - and see how it goes from here...<br /><br />Keep the peace!<br />'moni♥♫♪nyemoni♫♪♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/06066949621681826170noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31577397.post-61671371478385921282010-05-12T16:27:00.001+01:002010-05-12T16:29:12.219+01:00Maxwell - Pretty Wings<p><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9-3e7XRdV70&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9-3e7XRdV70&hl=en_US&fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></p><p>Music that makes me glow!!! Maxwell described pretty wings as "a bittersweet love song about meeting the right girl at the wrong time"....</p><p>Enjoy people!!</p><p>1 love,</p><p>moni</p>♥♫♪nyemoni♫♪♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/06066949621681826170noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31577397.post-27802467699332602002010-01-29T11:07:00.001+01:002010-01-29T11:07:09.257+01:00Sherlock Holmes - Official Trailer [HD]<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/QUQbmFAE5WI' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/QUQbmFAE5WI'/></object></p><p>Awesome movie! Just had to say!!</p></div>♥♫♪nyemoni♫♪♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/06066949621681826170noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31577397.post-10411623685255429752008-08-22T07:51:00.000+01:002008-08-22T07:51:00.174+01:00Guess who's back?Hi Peeps!<br /><br />Its been far too long. Again. Some of my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">blogfam</span> know that I put to birth on 15/05, some don't. Anyway, for the record, I had a beautiful baby boy and have been on a 3-month Maternity leave, just resumed work on Monday the 18<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span>. Have a lot of catching up to do, my office seems so strange to me after so long.<br /><br />Thanks to my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">blogfam</span> for your calls, mails, lines on my blog and elsewhere on the www, your visits, prayers, good wishes.....GOD BLESS Y'ALL! May He be there for you as you were for me. I'm really grateful to y'all..<br /><br />It's been far too long, y'all know I have to do a play list! Here are a few of my fave songs right about now....<br />- <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Rihanna</span>- Take a bow, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Disturbia</span><br />-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">RayJ</span> ft. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Yung</span> berg- Sexy can I<br />-Chris Brown-Forever<br />-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Jordin</span> Sparks & Chris Brown- No air<br />-Jay Z- <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Roc</span> boys<br />-Usher- Love in this club<br />-Alicia Keys- Superwoman, Teenage love affair<br />-Plies ft. Ne-yo- Bust it baby<br />-Keri <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Hilson</span>-Energy<br />-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Madcon</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Beggin</span>'<br /><br />Now I know most of these songs aren't new, but I've been out for 3 months so I gotta <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">lotta</span> catching up to do, so bear with me <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">OK</span>?<br /><br />I'll be back soon...for now let me leave you with a mini-pix of my baby, taken when he was just 2 weeks old.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimDRleOvLAd0cmxE1RUbUd4A4kGpPAPb0crP3_mAnlEgI0md0fX_3TlVusEQEHhmlo5u8OEaD2U2_Mp_MY1HQcNv-q4MWDEqoQEBHOkMvhqIVyLl0RPSzEleJmesu5tnWGBwodMg/s1600-h/DSC00395.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236141425347226882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimDRleOvLAd0cmxE1RUbUd4A4kGpPAPb0crP3_mAnlEgI0md0fX_3TlVusEQEHhmlo5u8OEaD2U2_Mp_MY1HQcNv-q4MWDEqoQEBHOkMvhqIVyLl0RPSzEleJmesu5tnWGBwodMg/s200/DSC00395.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Have a good weekend people!<br />'<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">moni</span>....♥♫♪nyemoni♫♪♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/06066949621681826170noreply@blogger.com51tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31577397.post-20800149743435289442008-05-13T16:14:00.001+01:002008-05-13T16:14:53.921+01:00Keyshia Cole - Heaven Sent <div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/vo0qynuXXOU' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/vo0qynuXXOU'/></object></p><p>Guys, <br />I'm really sorry for the loooong overdue absence...Work has been so HECTIC!! I've moved houses and I'm not due to have my baby - not today at least...Thanks y'all for checking up on me...hope I can resume blogging soon cos I miss all my blogfam...<br /><br />Enjoy this song by Keyshia Cole...she's something truly...<br /><br />Bless y'all..<br />'moni</p></div>♥♫♪nyemoni♫♪♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/06066949621681826170noreply@blogger.com46tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31577397.post-26988541192385865222008-03-12T17:54:00.001+01:002008-03-12T17:56:30.892+01:00Love your neighbours!<div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">** This was supposed to be put up on the day I put up my last post but well, here goes!**</span></div>It's such a pity when I look back to yesteryears and remember with nostalgia the relationship we had with our neighbours while growing up....we lived in an small estate with 3 flats. Tere were 3 families living in them and they were allocated to staff of a particular company...the first flat belonged to a Yoruba family, they were Muslims and the family was young......their first kid was younger than the last child in my family by about 3 years and they were 3 kids in all....the second belonged to an Ibo family with 3 kids and a step-sister...the eldest daughter was as old as my eldest brother, the second was the same age as my immediate elder brother and the third was my age......my family lived in the last flat. We had 4 bedrooms and a living room.<br /><br />I recall that no matter how much my mum reminded us not to eat at the neighbours or anywhere else for that matter, we still ate at the neighbours and we all played around together like one happy family. Of course we ran indoors, each to our separate homes when we heard the honk of any of the parents' cars but we were sure to resume play in the bus on our way to school the following day.....<br /><br />Even our parents were on friendly terms with one another....the man in flat 1 and my dad worked at the company's head office in Port Harcourt and the mum in flat 2 was a nurse at the company's clinic. This was all in the '80's...<br /><br />Nowadays, relationships with our neighbours are cordial at best and conversations with neighbours are such a drag! Everyone wants to have their own space and every one's mantra seems to be "keep your nose outta my business"...Such is the relationship between my family and my neighbours......try hard as our kids did to forge a bond, us parents kept tugging at them, get back in! and discouraged any friendship between the girls....we even got to the point of having silly issues because of this and that...<br /><br />My neighbour is a single mother of a 1 year old, and in true Island style, we do not speak to each other. Only to the children, and then to offer an exaggerated Hellooo and Byeeee! I rarely even give a second glance or wonder what is happening in her home and I'm sure the same indifference is accorded to me and mine.<br /><br />From the little I can claim to know of her, I see her as someone whose priorities do not happen to be her child but rather are elsewhere.....far, far, away in a place I know nothing of. She rarely sleeps at home - ask me how I know? Her car's usually not at home at nights and she comes in the evenings for a bit and takes off after sometime. I happened to notice on a few occasions that her help left late in the evenings and came back to work in the wee hours of the morning, say 5:30am. I saw that happen about 5 or 6 times and thought nothing of it. Fast forward to last week Thursday. My neighbour came home in the evening as usual, did her thing, left.....she returned again very late, say about midnight 'discovered' her daughter was alone at home..... checked everywhere, didn't see her help. She settled in for the night and Miss. thing returns at 5:30am sharp the following day......to welcome a very unlikely sight....her madam's car!<br /><br />Drama everywhere.....girlfriend comes out...yelling...so this is what you do eh? I pay you and you leave my baby at home at go out to sleep with men! I will kill you today! You want to destroy my life....So much drama.....That was when the pieces of the puzzle fell into place for me....so the girl wasn't a come in the morning, leave in the evening kinda help? And the baby was in the house all the time when she went out? I really felt like an evil person when I pieced all that happened together, I knew that it would never have happened if we were more cordial to each other and the girl took advantage of the fact that we weren't friends with her madam and threw all caution to the wind...but even my neighbour herself was partly to blame! How dare you leave your child to the maid like everyday? I'd always assumed her daughter was wherever she was putting up, never for a moment thought she was left at home with the help....<br /><br />So many what ifs clouded my mind but the one that struck the most was the decline of good relationships with our neighbours in so the called high brow areas....it's sad really, to think we live in a time when your neighbour would see your child going astray and instead of correcting him or her, would look the other way. It's such a crying shame!<br /><br />What is the meaning of a neighbour I ask? It it merely the person who lives a little distance away from you? Shouldn't it mean much more than that? I remeber while growing up, we didn't dare to be naughty around my neighbours parents because they could discipline us as good as our parents, but nowadays? The essence of the word Neighbour seems to be extinct!♥♫♪nyemoni♫♪♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/06066949621681826170noreply@blogger.com68tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31577397.post-14381568294378982122008-03-05T13:00:00.007+01:002008-03-05T14:23:03.826+01:00His grace..............I had a post all typed up and ready to put up today, but that has to wait....I just wanted to drop a line to ask my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">blogfam</span> to thank God with me....<br /><br />Men of the underworld broke into my home last night and did what they usually do. I just want to bless God that my family and I were unscathed at the end of the about 30 minute ordeal....I also bless His name that my neighbours were also unscathed...I'm sill quite shaken up by the whole shebang and I'm particularly sad that my daughter had to witness such drama but I also know God can and will make her forget....We all are, just because He is. Occurrences like this make you remember that life is so fragile, nothing is constant and we are all living in uncertainty.<br /><br />It is really sad when men who you have no knowledge of break into your home in the dead of the night, threaten, push you about and ransack your property as if they belong to them and then look to you as though they <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">deserve</span> a thank you after they are done creating the stuff that nightmares are made of in your head.....it's sad to know that even if you screamed or called the police, it would take forever (if ever) for help to come to your aid......sad to know that these miscreants feel so comfortable in your home with the assurance that the noise from the generators outside is enough to drown out whatever commotion that could arise from their unannounced entry into your home...it's all such a crying shame!<br /><br />This quote by Peter Henry <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Abrahams</span> pretty much says it all for me.....<br /><span style="color:#00cccc;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;">"To live with the conscious knowledge of the shadow of uncertainty, with the knowledge that disaster or tragedy could strike at any time; to be afraid and to know and acknowledge your fear, and still to live creatively and with unstinting love: that is to live with grace"</span><br /></span><br />May His grace surround us all everyday of our lives!<br /><br />1love,<br />'<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">moni</span>♥♫♪nyemoni♫♪♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/06066949621681826170noreply@blogger.com44tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31577397.post-38113854359464084022008-02-28T08:19:00.006+01:002008-02-28T13:03:09.522+01:00fuel pump conspiracyThis is a major rant!!! I'm tired of this country <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">sha</span>, I no go lie!!!!!!!!<br /><br />On <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Friday</span> last week on my way home from work, I stopped by at a filling station on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Lekki</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Ajah</span> Expressway to fill my car's tank with petrol in preparation for this week as is my usual tradition. I bought the petrol and drove home.....<br /><br />My car is relatively new and I have never had cause to visit the mechanic since I bought it except to service it. My Mr. checks the oil and water on my behalf regularly so I never need to open the bonnet myself and the batteries have been <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">OK</span> since.. Imagine my surprise when I started the car on Monday morning and it refused to start! I checked the battery indicator on the dashboard display and saw everything looked <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">OK</span> but the car just wouldn't start!<br /><br />Being that the car is a manual car with the a, b and c (accelerator, brake and clutch) I asked my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">maiguard</span> and some other guys around my neighbourhood to push the car while I drove, thinking that would <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">jump start</span> things and I would be on my way....no luck! I had spent about 30 minutes doing this and realized I had to move on in order to arrive early at work. Now my hubby left the house <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">before</span> was done packing my stuff up so I had to find my way to work....<br /><br />On getting to the office, I was surprised to see only my MD and supervisors cars...when I got in I found out that my other boss had the same problem...his started on Sunday when he was on his way to church and our Financial controller realized her car wouldn't start that morning as well....My mechanic went to my house about an hour later and told me my fuel pump was bad....My 2 other bosses took <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">their</span> cars to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Briscoe</span> Ford (company cars) and their drivers were told the fuel pumps were bad.....Unlikely <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">coincidence</span> eh?<br /><br />Yesterday, my hubby called me to say 8 of the Toyota Corolla's in his company car pool had packed up and the problem? You guessed right! My sisters hubby also told her a number of cars in his company's pool had THE VERY SAME PROBLEM! FUEL PUMP!<br /><br />Now I've been hearing this rumour that the fuel being distributed around Lagos is of bad quality....I wonder why the regulatory bodies did not discover this? Is there no means of checking that the petroleum products that get distributed are quality controlled?<br /><br />I really am tired of the seeming lack of control in Nigeria, most anyone can get away with anything! now I'm quite skeptical about mentioning the name of the gas station from where I bought the petrol although my M.D says name them and shame them....anyway, I'd advise everyone to keep their ears to the ground before purchasing petroleum products....a word is enough for the wise!♥♫♪nyemoni♫♪♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/06066949621681826170noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31577397.post-645739416651051552008-02-26T13:37:00.001+01:002008-02-26T13:37:54.217+01:00Say- John Mayer <div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/aTpy_L1dALA' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/aTpy_L1dALA'/></object></p><p>Hi people.....<br />This is one of my new best songs. heard it first during the christmas season and knew right away it was the genius John Mayer who was singing....Heard it again on the radio yesterday and I just had to share. This song is tres fab! Enjoy people!<br /><br />One love<br />'moni;-)</p></div>♥♫♪nyemoni♫♪♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/06066949621681826170noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31577397.post-34987643351291965832008-02-22T12:44:00.004+01:002008-02-22T15:27:11.849+01:00Update by force...I have been forced to update by members of my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">blogfam</span></span>....lemme think, lemme think...This update shall be based upon questions I have been asked by my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">blogfam</span></span> and shall on the whole have no direction per say...<br /><br />My pregnancy is going very well by God's grace, I still have no clue as to the sex of the baby is let's just say fear no let me check...lol...I actually tried to check 2 weeks ago and the baby kept its legs crossed the entire time...no amount of prodding and poking was sufficient to move the baby from it's position and I just had to leave...I would go for another scan in two weeks so let's keep our fingers crossed!<br /><br />Still on the subject of the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">baby's</span> sex, I would <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">obviously</span> like this baby to be a boy 'cos I already have a daughter but my hubby says 'girl or boy, this one is the last one unless you want to turn yourself into a baby factory... I have always - subliminally at least- wanted to have three so I reckon I shall trick my way to the third one i.e. if i haven't changed my mind by then....<br /><br />Moving on to valentines day...how was my valentines' day spent? I spent the working part of the day at work....got into mad traffic at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Kofo</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Abayomi</span></span> Street <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">on my</span> way home from work and spent about 2 hours+ before I got to Mobil at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Lekki</span></span> Expressway...from there on it was a breeze getting to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Lekki</span></span> but my hubby who had been waiting for me at some 'joint' got tired of waiting and called to say we should meet at home...I wasn't <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">disappointed</span> in the least as I already had a headache plus my left leg was tired from pressing down on the clutch. So that is the end of that story...<br /><br />My <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">afrobabe</span></span> asked me how it went the first time...My question is first time doing what? I have a lot of first time stories:<br /><br />First day in school (a distant memory)<br />First fight<br />First grown up party I went to<br />First time I blogged<br />First time I kissed<br />First time I had sex<br />First time I had a baby<br /><br />Now I'm going to pick the one that I feel like blogging about so there!<br /><br /><u>MY FIRST KISS</u><br /><br />I was in the University (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">wouldyoubelieveit</span></span>?!) and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">there was</span> this guy who was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">soooo</span></span> into me...lol...I didn't like him or hate him...to me he was just there. He'd asked me to be his girl and there I was wondering, 'Am I supposed to say Yes to this or just let things flow?...' anyway we went on our merry way and on <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">some days</span> I acted like his girlfriend and allowed him hold my hand or put his arm on my shoulders in public (that was eons ago, when an 18 year old acted 18, not these days, with 18 year <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">olds</span> acting 30!) and on other days I acted like I didn't know him.....It was quite funny in the beginning cos we had yet to define what we were doing...I was playing hard to get and he was feeling like a chaser....anyway at some point it was clear that we were officially dating or going out as we liked to call it and he'd been trying to kiss me for a while....a really really long while.......<br /><br />One day anyhow we had been in his room chatting about <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">everything</span> and nothing and I just knew he was going to kiss me...looking back, I think I wanted him to kiss me cos I wanted to know what it felt like......anyway, he acted like he was trying to get something out of my hair and I played along... It was so clumsy and awkward and silly! I felt like YIKES! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Ewww</span></span> someone <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Else's</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">saliva</span> in my mouth!....gross....lol...anyway, all in all, I didn't have an earth-shattering, toe curling, mind blowing kiss 1st time around....that's the first time experience I'm willing to share for now so it will just have to do!<br /><br />It's been quite a long time since I had a song list up,there are quite a few songs rocking my boat at the moment so here goes:<br /><br /><u>My <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">play list</span></u><br /><u></u><br />- Living <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Darfur</span> - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Mattafix</span><br />- New soul - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Yael</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Naim</span><br />- Bubbly - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Colbie</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Caillat</span><br />- Love like this - Natasha <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Bedingfield</span> feat. Sean Kingston<br />- Sweetest girl - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Wyclef</span> Jean feat. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Akon</span> and Lil Wayne<br />- Apologise - One republic feat. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Timbaland</span><br /><br />I don try o! Guys take care and have a blessed weekend...See you next week!<br /><br />One love,<br />'<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">moni</span>♥♫♪nyemoni♫♪♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/06066949621681826170noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31577397.post-22357048515958070752008-02-14T17:25:00.003+01:002008-02-14T17:38:14.084+01:00Happy valentine.....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRUf_xSmFhhw-Iy9ZxtsFtBknDIGD153jZiZ6ESupRrfW0lN33JqBRtKA-P3WIqlr-uhwEoGUjLUrRfBMwKqo7eKRYAxPt8a7c60T0qeH9UKFyzZkMw-QXVdxweVHV7rUGxz3ZHg/s1600-h/_valentines_flower_in_pot.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166875147237581170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRUf_xSmFhhw-Iy9ZxtsFtBknDIGD153jZiZ6ESupRrfW0lN33JqBRtKA-P3WIqlr-uhwEoGUjLUrRfBMwKqo7eKRYAxPt8a7c60T0qeH9UKFyzZkMw-QXVdxweVHV7rUGxz3ZHg/s400/_valentines_flower_in_pot.gif" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPtTAFf0PXzcDEH1LiCazGzWvYaMTOLz9GY7_XvZOfBgbNTKqMUqGlcqorNzEceld8Oj2Gq70w94LXCauXs8Ww8dhj58iWmJTLHq0egMP-qQjI9dzcykc4qdKvFI7PWZgFjw7B6w/s1600-h/_valentine_card.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166875138647646546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPtTAFf0PXzcDEH1LiCazGzWvYaMTOLz9GY7_XvZOfBgbNTKqMUqGlcqorNzEceld8Oj2Gq70w94LXCauXs8Ww8dhj58iWmJTLHq0egMP-qQjI9dzcykc4qdKvFI7PWZgFjw7B6w/s400/_valentine_card.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Hey people!<br /><div>This is another one liner.....just to wish y'all a Happy Valentine's day! Please play safe....don't forget to use raincoat oh! Anyway...Just to wish my blogfam a blessed day 'cos you all are my Valentines......</div><div>one <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkXEVzD9gfAySYvE8GX2gFIBMAtGWuDYZeUqK7mxipB7y8_YvK9Hnq1L4oxE-6JIFQY4isBNre8Jcfs2l1jwWNfdZBYirci_Iiiqk1h-oPFBpBNf6wga4WBur7zzWP6WSaDj4naA/s1600-h/_valentine_heart.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166875142942613858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkXEVzD9gfAySYvE8GX2gFIBMAtGWuDYZeUqK7mxipB7y8_YvK9Hnq1L4oxE-6JIFQY4isBNre8Jcfs2l1jwWNfdZBYirci_Iiiqk1h-oPFBpBNf6wga4WBur7zzWP6WSaDj4naA/s400/_valentine_heart.gif" border="0" /></a></div><div>'moni.............</div>♥♫♪nyemoni♫♪♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/06066949621681826170noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31577397.post-12672214362154304332008-02-11T10:05:00.000+01:002008-02-11T10:12:58.515+01:00I'm feelin.............Gongo Aso by 9ice........this song is off the shizzle for hizzle! If you haven't heard it, help's here....check out the right side of my blog for my playist. It's the only song there and I'm mos' def rocking it!!! I don't understand a word of it but who cares? Will be back sooner than you think! ;-)♥♫♪nyemoni♫♪♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/06066949621681826170noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31577397.post-83502428580155441602008-01-11T15:30:00.000+01:002008-01-11T16:11:30.230+01:005 years of married life later...So exactly 5 years ago my Mr. and I took a leap o' faith at some small church in Port Harcourt and said 'I do' to the officiating minister in answer to some questions I don't care to remember...<br />It's been ten whole years and some since we started this journey, not knowing where it would lead...<br />Now a 4 year old and another on the way later we have come to this point...<br />It has been fraught with highs and lows, blessings and disappointments, happiness and sadness but on the whole, I thank God for us, we're not perfect but we do try to get by and make the best of 'us' in this imperfect world...<br /><br />I'm hoping that the next 5 years will be better than the last and that God will meet us at our every point of need...<br />I earnestly pray that God helps us renew our unity through Christ and that we continuously find satisfaction in one another.<br />I pray for the grace to bear each other's weaknesses and the compassion to help each other out in times of need.<br />I also pray to our Father in heaven to equip us with every necessity to raise our children to His glory...<br /><br />This is my thanks giving....please join us in our prayers...For everyone out there who is seeking for a life time partner, fruit of the womb or any other blessing, I pray that God will show you His face and you will have cause to sing a new song this year.<br /><br />God bless you!♥♫♪nyemoni♫♪♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/06066949621681826170noreply@blogger.com75tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31577397.post-6183783395403284162008-01-10T14:42:00.000+01:002008-01-10T14:42:31.470+01:00Happy New year!<span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">Happy new year people!</span><br />I know I promised to post pictures I took while in Dubai Eons ago...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">pls</span> forgive my late posting (as usual). Anyway, better late than never <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">abi</span>? Enjoy! (or not!)<br /><br /><u><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">Dubai through my eyes...............</span></u><br /><u><br /></u><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLR0fjn-_bRX7fMm4HiYYhphEPntyEj8xp6MCozrq-Mr7fUPqYO3zU9Adwacbkqp2XQyO0X9hca9mswpFF5JFpU2Ijja-2tvJ7rXb8VC_nFYI_ULkhHU35sNjPnx5ySA_JHoUtVw/s1600-h/Picture+051.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153810109085365234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLR0fjn-_bRX7fMm4HiYYhphEPntyEj8xp6MCozrq-Mr7fUPqYO3zU9Adwacbkqp2XQyO0X9hca9mswpFF5JFpU2Ijja-2tvJ7rXb8VC_nFYI_ULkhHU35sNjPnx5ySA_JHoUtVw/s200/Picture+051.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPgNi3ZUMEpZHQjBJDicS2rD1v6bUKASZSTyl1CyNno9WQpenLkE0uEdi5WDRD3cMmDn2J15s069JgV0SQiG-JhRqQHrI_9l_5ohezNJ7Ge4UaNzP3q64XsdkBS9sMYC1j9TXoOA/s1600-h/Picture+052.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153810113380332546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPgNi3ZUMEpZHQjBJDicS2rD1v6bUKASZSTyl1CyNno9WQpenLkE0uEdi5WDRD3cMmDn2J15s069JgV0SQiG-JhRqQHrI_9l_5ohezNJ7Ge4UaNzP3q64XsdkBS9sMYC1j9TXoOA/s200/Picture+052.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_PSb4-t2NySDBc0g7gnBp2k7ZZ5SH_Q6fUJ8jrUUdt__ln8QEH_TCWpLAs7NST7vRmLD4Y_lCcWdh-aYBNoeFCC7wJMHhCvgD-_U4BZ7z004UXp4P9e8vW58BayLfYc0BR03gYA/s1600-h/Picture+063.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153811513539671106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_PSb4-t2NySDBc0g7gnBp2k7ZZ5SH_Q6fUJ8jrUUdt__ln8QEH_TCWpLAs7NST7vRmLD4Y_lCcWdh-aYBNoeFCC7wJMHhCvgD-_U4BZ7z004UXp4P9e8vW58BayLfYc0BR03gYA/s200/Picture+063.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />1. Sign outside the Dubai Museum -Al-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Fahidi</span> Fort (can you see the spelling error? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">lol</span>!) The Al-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Fahidi</span> Fort is thought to be the oldest building in Dubai and is so named because the fort was used to defend the town from warlike neighbouring tribes...it has also been used as a jail, the ruler's residence, a store for ammunition<br />2. Entrance of the Al-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Fahidi</span> Fort<br />3. One of the photographs in museum showing Dubai's urban expansion between 1960 and 1980<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi13breBCw0bUIBRlnbfZ0m5UalRn0bgiQmFfJ4CRH83ycX2JzZ8awQOevHi4Vtzb5tO7mOgriqTrnqlnC28IV-xrHu4tSUhTGGs9krKnIMiY-wSnPKf9kzTZcXHfgXZOfT1aW_9w/s1600-h/Picture+064.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153811522129605714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi13breBCw0bUIBRlnbfZ0m5UalRn0bgiQmFfJ4CRH83ycX2JzZ8awQOevHi4Vtzb5tO7mOgriqTrnqlnC28IV-xrHu4tSUhTGGs9krKnIMiY-wSnPKf9kzTZcXHfgXZOfT1aW_9w/s200/Picture+064.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaERWWOclEGnZqg02pXLhluyXeTWJn3WfQIyJECFcdiscHDl5Ywmck1YwtSDbvuDUkFlVtIB5U8hIgtE3UdtvmJTRqn0u5N_5Y2orQNXQB5YAdgULCG9R2TR1oVXXj5C0I2P6JzA/s1600-h/Picture+053.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153810121970267154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaERWWOclEGnZqg02pXLhluyXeTWJn3WfQIyJECFcdiscHDl5Ywmck1YwtSDbvuDUkFlVtIB5U8hIgtE3UdtvmJTRqn0u5N_5Y2orQNXQB5YAdgULCG9R2TR1oVXXj5C0I2P6JzA/s200/Picture+053.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiee_hEkNdBBMUTbo0KCwpW8TtoIlQa-J-VoED8uSSqeFzJJd5_JArQx_SGojtlAf1QUALovd2n6ylX31rmjzfEi89Ii5L3CEx-FDfQoORkcIzKVX0NfiSVA6Yfh5Ab26-zHsmJdw/s1600-h/Picture+054.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153810160624972834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiee_hEkNdBBMUTbo0KCwpW8TtoIlQa-J-VoED8uSSqeFzJJd5_JArQx_SGojtlAf1QUALovd2n6ylX31rmjzfEi89Ii5L3CEx-FDfQoORkcIzKVX0NfiSVA6Yfh5Ab26-zHsmJdw/s200/Picture+054.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />4, 5 and 6 are replicas of the famous Al <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Abras</span> (ferry boats) used for transporting passengers across Dubai's river creek. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Pixs</span> taken in the Museum as well...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpb5a9f8NjagAG2Mj9FqYrItPHqPcpHHGWC38HIr7tprpbx0qlQaClMjMwkFhM2V4-AW6D3Z2eU54aWSZRaWreNT-iuxmqooeK2FvsC6VEcBaQJ8xTflWhbf4_rdjta0m59badog/s1600-h/Picture+057.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153811509244703794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpb5a9f8NjagAG2Mj9FqYrItPHqPcpHHGWC38HIr7tprpbx0qlQaClMjMwkFhM2V4-AW6D3Z2eU54aWSZRaWreNT-iuxmqooeK2FvsC6VEcBaQJ8xTflWhbf4_rdjta0m59badog/s200/Picture+057.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ8LON6RMjfxWR9FTM2bAoMXjn0j8dus2FfuLgZh4U4O_AceFJ9F2B8p3N_kN9llevPpBHgBQw995u-PiF90L4y3Gh45EX2YySCpoJ59mPqAT911YLjgCk04nV1kMnUXAxlReYpg/s1600-h/Picture+042.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153806466953098162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ8LON6RMjfxWR9FTM2bAoMXjn0j8dus2FfuLgZh4U4O_AceFJ9F2B8p3N_kN9llevPpBHgBQw995u-PiF90L4y3Gh45EX2YySCpoJ59mPqAT911YLjgCk04nV1kMnUXAxlReYpg/s200/Picture+042.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQJeS5O9or1KBDuSfwJiH3r1sfJrqPCPXxWeK6E6tqNPl2BROf9BcWRT7zGtE22sVvaufMyamly9AfcelLTmS0dDAAPgN1_-Be2y4z_bFirxdrp-f26n3Jlxybl7iT1_JuXqXjEw/s1600-h/Picture+048.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153806475543032770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQJeS5O9or1KBDuSfwJiH3r1sfJrqPCPXxWeK6E6tqNPl2BROf9BcWRT7zGtE22sVvaufMyamly9AfcelLTmS0dDAAPgN1_-Be2y4z_bFirxdrp-f26n3Jlxybl7iT1_JuXqXjEw/s200/Picture+048.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />7. More literature regarding Dubai's urban expansion<br />8 -13 show pictures which were taken at a water front during a tour of Dubai...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWf88-31BgdR7R6IC59alGnhr6q3NEK9Cl0gpHsvHOD0Rzf10TnGANcnssGzeugypMmcUq7sJZy_Igiis2ensa_RqlJ96UADyREsPBcPJAPs15zHV62n3pDzzEYVqF0Hsfx8f0cg/s1600-h/Picture+049.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153806484132967378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWf88-31BgdR7R6IC59alGnhr6q3NEK9Cl0gpHsvHOD0Rzf10TnGANcnssGzeugypMmcUq7sJZy_Igiis2ensa_RqlJ96UADyREsPBcPJAPs15zHV62n3pDzzEYVqF0Hsfx8f0cg/s200/Picture+049.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz151gQRxAxklfaTh7tZwWhdkFZn4jO7JuRAzL2FRSU29pS3Wc0RBDLRHps6Ge1naXehQ3LVlzRqGMYsatW0rQ5QUrKqS99qLuoAOYMaB4rF-ZRVPKFit-GkeoQto5tEHUHjjTKA/s1600-h/Picture+050.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153806488427934690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" 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href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_D9M2wZ_Ud4LJ0X0_KEilx3a71jToU7BqoDg8SDHTsQfYUvwNrNwJq_AdNeBNSZFomOD6O3_2WnAtFLML8KuNrUCCetTW-WfgTfYUwq73q7t_EALEe7jMjp_VF-w6Q0UXRgK32w/s1600-h/Picture+029.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148611016487222546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_D9M2wZ_Ud4LJ0X0_KEilx3a71jToU7BqoDg8SDHTsQfYUvwNrNwJq_AdNeBNSZFomOD6O3_2WnAtFLML8KuNrUCCetTW-WfgTfYUwq73q7t_EALEe7jMjp_VF-w6Q0UXRgK32w/s200/Picture+029.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGP7MtMOwRDyxwg9x4NWxKEfuKqWzA2kfov31AeQoyryU1vESdgTI5uMvKUy5CfjOyTbN5lVxWPf49RhvatG1_CDwUzB4ztBWPhrvbitzG9Szsgw86Vx9JLopIui32ey-DBZ9pBw/s1600-h/Picture+023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148611003602320626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" 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It is rated as one of the world's finest hotels and is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">designed</span> to resemble a billowing sail..with an impressive height of over 300 metres, it is surely a sight to behold.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzxa3cX4mSSC4YlL41myKejHbfox10O9mWfSHTIqn1SQYOEBrffmFS24ayGurpyNoWZ0qXw-I2c7wExr1BQxgNX7W2Y0QbUUSNB-jIOj4Pk_6AlhNVCdIDAJHhG7e0G3MgxnSDUw/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148608765924359330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzxa3cX4mSSC4YlL41myKejHbfox10O9mWfSHTIqn1SQYOEBrffmFS24ayGurpyNoWZ0qXw-I2c7wExr1BQxgNX7W2Y0QbUUSNB-jIOj4Pk_6AlhNVCdIDAJHhG7e0G3MgxnSDUw/s200/Picture+015.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibXVWoAOwK_sIqESUwhjMsR7gjPKcXg4pgOzgqJr95iLwIOuHLZrUwPed-1Fz0BGDcWqujd9z6L8Y8-JDzXi1RJWXxF9GdKv_VzgYkPd3b7WdtAV1KvT1qwqppUQX4fnL2mYJYKg/s1600-h/Picture+021.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnkr5bs-0lZ1p2mN9CAyy-piQj1y7EbD3pB_IYp0bMW4pcz_ni9_-tHq7DfVwkS0PEqJ7q7_mQgQhgL3HFSnJ9zCWgUmclO9da3s4UVHcM0AfuM3VUpqti-mm9hqMHTp_AYu2egQ/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148608774514293938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnkr5bs-0lZ1p2mN9CAyy-piQj1y7EbD3pB_IYp0bMW4pcz_ni9_-tHq7DfVwkS0PEqJ7q7_mQgQhgL3HFSnJ9zCWgUmclO9da3s4UVHcM0AfuM3VUpqti-mm9hqMHTp_AYu2egQ/s200/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Ri1qS6rPts40NXQUNBJbe2OwFKF813tuoE3b2QpN0Wul2-iNZwgh9mIfr5wd6ntjDm9CQuvNKlk6eXiBcfGAF2O-CJ5r41QaDSgvdA9Kqmm9WkeDir7R38_iePyhaK_2DvzNrg/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148608783104228546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Ri1qS6rPts40NXQUNBJbe2OwFKF813tuoE3b2QpN0Wul2-iNZwgh9mIfr5wd6ntjDm9CQuvNKlk6eXiBcfGAF2O-CJ5r41QaDSgvdA9Kqmm9WkeDir7R38_iePyhaK_2DvzNrg/s200/Picture+018.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT_z7Qkn7rUfNMxS7oqRQ_eR7yVvFlLDvu56RMusZHWrVWfuwn_aU-T1lOh3B741iGM7Ad65zDjGC88dJfFt1WqWC_4J-LmXTv1iLVWdDkMqVWw8rvwsjCL2ufoY7DmWW7EKjusg/s1600-h/Picture+021.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148608787399195858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT_z7Qkn7rUfNMxS7oqRQ_eR7yVvFlLDvu56RMusZHWrVWfuwn_aU-T1lOh3B741iGM7Ad65zDjGC88dJfFt1WqWC_4J-LmXTv1iLVWdDkMqVWw8rvwsjCL2ufoY7DmWW7EKjusg/s200/Picture+021.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3K32sDl0sdx3H05LCAr11QsYLhpZVOd7iz88uZguxEn9Z-M1aE6Hth-uzF0jRMAjTD7IlCfzo-Vxu-R7_NzyL4miRKwfvhBdVljWMqdTxKRHMRCuQe-UeNq14jHbRkNEuHOCdMg/s1600-h/Picture+031.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148613374424268066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3K32sDl0sdx3H05LCAr11QsYLhpZVOd7iz88uZguxEn9Z-M1aE6Hth-uzF0jRMAjTD7IlCfzo-Vxu-R7_NzyL4miRKwfvhBdVljWMqdTxKRHMRCuQe-UeNq14jHbRkNEuHOCdMg/s200/Picture+031.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div>Pictures 20 - 24 are random pictures taken whilst in a moving car...<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">They</span> show random town houses and estates<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiamGlL58-b7uPyl-k4y9rgkjxHkKEfxrkJCYFykwH9MSNvwjy7a6_XcbgEWD8slclc-ImjvoyOytyaLo7oOWQ6ua5P3t9NlnpQNIRaHS9IuS7LV8oC046_wM1VsEygsr4GXdFWHg/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148606730109860994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiamGlL58-b7uPyl-k4y9rgkjxHkKEfxrkJCYFykwH9MSNvwjy7a6_XcbgEWD8slclc-ImjvoyOytyaLo7oOWQ6ua5P3t9NlnpQNIRaHS9IuS7LV8oC046_wM1VsEygsr4GXdFWHg/s200/Picture+011.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Picture 25 was taken in the indoor ski slope (Ski Dubai) at the mall of the emirates, currently the largest shopping mall in the United Arab Emirates.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzL26RhVUaztNDG55nqpjfEUZw2mjPZgJcdIAzoK6sF_Ob2hLVrkPJteo-L4aCwJaXr6DomBLkBGD_uKEseMVad5BWQlH6nKMtfRfNs6IFLylGFV7VZHJy7SYZ4lkT0Ivwn_XczQ/s1600-h/Picture+076.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153814507131876466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzL26RhVUaztNDG55nqpjfEUZw2mjPZgJcdIAzoK6sF_Ob2hLVrkPJteo-L4aCwJaXr6DomBLkBGD_uKEseMVad5BWQlH6nKMtfRfNs6IFLylGFV7VZHJy7SYZ4lkT0Ivwn_XczQ/s200/Picture+076.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div>The last pix is yours truly...taken at the Museum....</div><div>Hope the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">pixs</span> don't bore you too much...most of the good pictures have me in them and I really am not yet ready to 'out' myself...</div><div></div><div>Here's wishing you all a happy new year...I hope all your wishes come true this year...God bless!</div><div></div><div>1 love,</div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">'<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">moni</span></span></div></div></div>♥♫♪nyemoni♫♪♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/06066949621681826170noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31577397.post-68217881588271975352007-11-27T15:09:00.000+01:002007-11-27T15:27:04.217+01:0030 Days of Thankfulness - Day 27Oi! I know I'm supposed to post up pictures of my Trip but that can surely wait for my next post...this is way more important...I have been tagged by a few of my blogfam and what better time to do it than now?<br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;">I am thankful for:</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;">The gift of life....of freedom, of the ability to function well...to be able to breathe, to praise Him, to just be....</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;">God's many blessings upon my family and me; our health, our finances, our relationship with Him, our security, provision, time at work, at school and during our leisure.....</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;">His gift of family and friends....the ones who stay by us through thick and thin to remind us that He is who He is....</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;">His promises that He will finish the good works He has started in my life!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;">The gift of another life....His angel who he has sent to the world through me...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;">New beginnings at work....for giving me a double portion as He promised..(He knows...)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;">Promotion</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;">My blogfam...believe me, I'm thankful when I know there are people out there who care, regardless of the fact that we are all living in the www...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;">I'm grateful for far too many things....I just want to end this by saying I am thankful that God is...His blessings are just too many to mention and I'm overwhelmed by them....Thank you my Maker!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;">'moni</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;">I'm tagging all my blogfam who have not given thanks yet...for tomorrow 28th November 07, use the header 30 Days of Thankfulness - Day 28....Please don't break the 30 days chain! God bless you!</span>♥♫♪nyemoni♫♪♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/06066949621681826170noreply@blogger.com40tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31577397.post-79893875417135453722007-11-26T14:05:00.000+01:002007-11-26T14:07:09.919+01:00To Dubai and back....Hello my friends...I'm sorry I keep doing this...I was really really due for a break at work and I had to up and leave like that....I got a week off and traveled with my sister and her son, we returned last <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Wednesday</span>...I was unable to blog before the trip because of work commitments and I appreciate your concern...Thank you!<br /><br />Anyway, I went to Dubai and had a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">funtastic</span> (yep, I said <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">funtastic</span>) time... It was nice to hang with her (plus one) for the week and we really really had a swell time...<br />It started off with my camera getting stolen from my suitcase which was not very good for me, but I bought another and have some <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">pixs</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">gist</span> to share...will do that in the next post, promise!<br /><br />Just wanted to say I'm back for good...and thanks, my baby's kicking well by His grace! To my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">blogfam</span>, thank you!!! I will be doing my blog rounds today so see you at your spots!<br /><br />1 Love,<br />'<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">moni</span>...♥♫♪nyemoni♫♪♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/06066949621681826170noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31577397.post-26430330856445095672007-10-23T10:39:00.000+01:002007-10-24T14:03:07.381+01:00still here peeps..............Hello bloggers!<br /><br />This girl is still here! I may be away from blogsville but I dey o! Nothing much happening but works been piling up on me....<br /><br />As per your request for a feedback regarding my last post, here goes: The said lady has left the company! She left unceremoniously and did not even give them a clue until the day she was to leave... she'd told me she was working on going to the UK for her Masters degree and had been refused a visa before (last year) but she tried applying again and was lucky this time around...She came to my office to bid us farewell shortly after the whole shebang and she just '<em>up and left'</em>- using my supervisors words...by the way, my office is looking for an accountant cos we now realize the importance of having your own staff rather than depending on 1-(wo)man-owned-consulting firms...We basically need someone young, with about 2 years of experience and do not mind someone with a HND...please send your resumes to me at <a href="mailto:kalabari@gmail.com">kalabari@gmail.com</a> .......I shall not fail to pass it to to the peeps in charge...<br /><br />On a personal note, my little girl turned 4 on October 7 so it was yet another reason to thank God...Here's my shout out to my creator<span style="font-size:180%;"> <span style="color:#ff0000;">"</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">Baba God I thank you O!!! We thank you wellu wellu!" </span></span><br />Secondly, this yer girl here is expecting No. 2 so there you have it! <span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">aaaaaaa</span>a</span><span style="font-size:85%;">aaaaaaaaa</span>arrrrrrrrrrrg</span><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;">ggggggghhhhhhhhh</span>hhhhhhh ;-) <span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;">- That means I'm excited...lol.....hehehe!<br /></span></span>I'm very glad about this but it's not easy coping with driving 2 hours to work and 2 hours back home everyday, work-related stress, and although they say (my sister esp.) no two pregnancies are alike, for me I reckon the first three months are really Uuuugh!!<br />Anyway, I'm still tryna hide it from my office cos the end of this month makes me 1 year here and here I am fighting for increase in salary for next year bla bla bla...wouldn't do to let on that my productivity next year wouldn't exactly be 100% would it?<br /><br />Anyway, I just wanted to drop a line to say hello to all my blogfam and to share my joy! For my peeps who dropped a line asking about my whereabouts thank you for taking out the time to check up on me...I truly appreciate...Now let me do my round of blogville so ya'll will be seeing me at your spaces!<br /><br /><u>Playlist</u><br />I can't get over the Fray...really, really can't..I'm listening to <span style="color:#3333ff;">'How to save a life'</span> and <span style="color:#3333ff;">'Over my head'</span> like always! I've also been listening to Mark Schultz a lot lately...<span style="color:#3333ff;">'He's my son'</span> and <span style="color:#3333ff;">'I am'</span> are two of my fav and a lil T-pain never hurt anybody! I think I've done well considering I only wanted to drap a line or two before......Take care guys...keep well!♥♫♪nyemoni♫♪♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/06066949621681826170noreply@blogger.com75tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31577397.post-63724393378167141212007-10-04T17:43:00.000+01:002007-10-04T17:44:38.093+01:00The set-upWow, it feels like ages since I last came by here...don't blame me too much but it's the usual excuse..I've been swamped with work! LOL...Anyway, this time, it's not really the usual excuse...We moved offices so everything has been crazy for the past week or so...I have to travel further to work now, more traffic, more wahala....anyway. we're settling down in the new place now so it's going to be back to the old swing of things for me soon....<br /><br />Anyway, I want to blog about something that went down in last week/this week...it was quite an interesting and surprising thing that left a bad taste in my mouth....it relates to a staff of a consulting company that provides accounting support services to my company, their work basically covers preparing our payslips and remitting PAYE to the govt. within the stipulated time, calculating WHT of the suppliers and remitting and generally helping out with our accounting using a software of some sort...but that's not the gist. Well, this staff of theirs was posted to my office and she comes in regularly, in fact she's here three times a week and we've gotten quite friendly over the months.<br /><br />Now Angela (not real name) confided in me that although they (her colleagues and her) raked in a lot of money for their company, they are very poorly paid and she earns next to nothing. I was surprised to learn the actual amount because I happen to know how much her company gets from my office monthly (though it's based on the number of hours worked, I have a pretty good idea of the average) and thought it sad that she was treated so poorly in terms of remuneration. Anyway, I encouraged her to look for a better job being that she has 5 years of experience as an accountant although she's not Chartered. I took her resume and helped her send it to a few places, and she also passed it around through her other contacts. The idea was to push it around in the hope that she would go for interviews and eventually get a job that would raise her earning power.<br /><br />Last week, she got a call from a certain "Charles"(not real name) who introduced himself as a staff of XXX Company, asking her to send him her profile and telling her he had heard of her and that he wanted to meet with her for a chat about possible employment with his organisation. She told him she wasn't free during the weekdays, and they fixed an appointment for Saturday, it was planned to be an informal interview... She wondered how he got to know about her and asked him when she met him for his 'chat'. He told her he knew someone who knew her and gave him her contact details and in the course of the meeting/interview, he asked her questions like how much she was earning, and all sorts of interview questions and told her he'd get back to her as soon as....<br /><br />Well, well, well... on Tuesday this week - she comes to our office three times a week i.e Monday, Wednesday and Fridays and reports at her office on Tuesdays and Thursdays- she went to her office and was surprised that a Management meeting was to be held -and yes, she's supposed to be management with that dirt cheap salary - and she was the subject of the meeting. Her M.D told her she had been found out, and that they all knew she was up to something and so she wanted to leave eh? Turns out the whole interview was stage managed by her Madam and she told me yesterday that she finally understood the meaning of <em>wanting the earth to open up and swallow me</em>.<br /><br />I wonder why her boss and her colleagues had to go to such measures to find her out...I thought it was very low and then, is there anyone who doesn't wish to change his/her situation for the better? What was her crime? To attend an interview in her spare time.. I just don't know what to make of this but to say I am disappointed is really an understatement. Anyway, that's the gist for today! I'll be back soonest with berra gist..Take care!<br /><br />P.S<br />Pamelastitch, wassup? How come I cant view your blog? Na wah, I go vex o!♥♫♪nyemoni♫♪♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/06066949621681826170noreply@blogger.com61tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31577397.post-25489999428178173442007-09-21T08:43:00.000+01:002007-09-21T16:25:24.413+01:00We are grateful!I'm writing this post on behalf of 3.<br /><br />The first is my girlfriend Ms. K, we went to the same primary school....grew up in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Port Harcourt</span>, attended the same University, studied the same course, were <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">room mates</span> for three of our four years in the University... Now, she lives in the U.K and I live in Nigeria, continents apart but still tight friends... we don't get to see every year but I love <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">her</span> for all the memories we share, for the times she had my back and for the times she stood up for me when I couldn't do things my self...this one's for us...<br /><br />The second is my blogger pal <a href="http://amarasviewonstuff.blogspot.com/">believer</a> who I haven't had the pleasure of meeting but whose posts on her blog encourage me immensely. A lot of the time I just go to her blog and read her posts and I leave encouraged... His word says we should worship Him in the days of our youth and she really is a motivation to do so. I hope we get to meet someday girl...this one's for us...<br /><br />I am the third of the trio. Yours truly, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Nyemoni</span>. I will leave you guys to make up your minds what to make of me, but this one's for us....<br /><br />We three share the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">birth date</span> 22/09. I'm doing this for us all, because we are all grateful to God....for allowing us reach yet another milestone in our lives..I may be doing it different this time around, but the point is that we are grateful...<br /><br />Father Lord, we thank You<br />We thank you because of your Grace upon our lives<br />We thank you because of unwarranted favour on our families and ourselves<br />We thank you because of the Good health you gave me<br /><br />God, we bless you<br />We bless you for your provision<br />We bless you because you are our help<br />We bless you because your Angels have taken charge over us<br /><br />Abba father, We glorify your name<br />We glorify your name because You are the God greater than all other gods<br />We glorify your name because You are the Father who answers<br />We glorify Your name because of your promises to us<br /><br />We Praise you because we know that no matter how much or how little we say You know what is good for us and You know even before we ask that which is important for us...<br />We are Grateful...<br /><br />Guys please join us as we cross another milestone tomorrow... will not be here to post but my girl believer will be... Join us as we cross over to another year! Let the party begin!!!!♥♫♪nyemoni♫♪♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/06066949621681826170noreply@blogger.com54tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31577397.post-20079310581831050772007-09-12T09:01:00.000+01:002007-09-13T10:00:53.760+01:00Chicken Soup: The Baggy Yellow Shirt by Patricia LorenzHi guys,<br /><br />This is another entry from Chicken soup for the soul. Enjoy!<br /><br /><u>The Baggy Yellow Shirt by Patricia Lorenz</u><br /><br />The baggy yellow shirt had long sleeves, four extra large pockets trimmed in black thread and snaps up the front. Not terribly attractive, but utilitarian without a doubt. I found it in December 1963 during my freshman year in college when I was home on Christmas break.<br />Part of the fun of vacation at home was the chance to go through Mom's hoard of rummage, destined for the less fortunate. She regularly scoured the house for clothes, bedding and house wares to give away, and the collection was always stored in paper bags on the floor of the front hall closet.<br />Looking through Mom's collection one day, I came across this oversized yellow shirt, slightly faded from years of wear but still in decent shape.<br />Just the thing to wear over my clothes during art class!" I said to myself.<br />"You're not taking that old thing, are you?" Mom said when she saw me packing it. "I wore that when I was pregnant with your brother in 1954!"<br />"It's perfect for art class, Mom. Thanks!" I slipped it into my suitcase before she could object.<br />The yellow shirt became a part of my college wardrobe. I loved it. All during college, it stayed with me, always comfortable to throw over my clothes during messy projects. The underarm seams had to be reinforced before I graduated, but there was plenty of wear in that old garment.<br />After graduation I moved to Denver and wore the shirt the day I moved into my apartment. Then I wore it on Saturday mornings when I cleaned. Those four large pockets on the front-two breast pockets and two at hip level-made a super place to carry dust cloths, wax and polish.<br />The next year, I married. When I became pregnant, I found the yellow shirt tucked in a drawer and wore it during those big belly days. Though I missed sharing my first pregnancy with Mom and Dad and the rest of my family, since we were in Colorado and they were in Illinois, that shirt helped remind me of their warmth and protection. I smiled and hugged the shirt when I remembered that Mother had worn it when she was pregnant.<br />By 1969, after my daughter's birth, the shirt was at least 15 years old. That Christmas, I patched one elbow, washed and pressed the shirt, wrapped it in holiday paper and sent it to Mom. Smiling, I tucked a note in one of the pockets saying: "I hope this fits. I'm sure it will look great on you!" When Mom wrote to thank me for her "real" gifts, she said the yellow shirt was lovely. She never mentioned it again.<br />The next year, my husband, daughter and I moved from Denver to St. Louis and we stopped at Mom and Dad's house in Rock Falls, Illinois, to pick up some furniture. Days later, when we uncrated the kitchen table, I noticed something yellow taped to its bottom. The shirt! And so the pattern was set.<br />On our next visit home, I secretly placed the shirt between the mattress and box springs of Mom and Dad's bed. I don't know how long it took her to find it, but almost two years passed before I got it back.<br />By then our family had grown.<br />This time Mom got even with me. She put it under the base of our living room lamp, knowing that as a mother of three little ones, housecleaning and moving lamps would not be everyday events. . .<br />When I finally got the shirt, I wore it often while refinishing "early marriage" furniture that I found at rummage sales. The walnut stains on the shirt simply added more character to all its history.<br />Unfortunately, our lives were full of stains, too.<br />My marriage had been failing almost from the beginning. After a number of attempts at marriage counseling, my husband and I divorced in 1975. The three children and I prepared to move back to Illinois to be closer to the emotional support of family and friends.<br />As I packed, a deep depression overtook me. I wondered if I could make it on my own with three small children to raise. I wondered if I would find a job. Although I hadn't read the Bible much since my Catholic school days, I paged through the Good Book, looking for comfort. In Ephesians, I read, "So use every piece of God's armor to resist the enemy whenever he attacks, and when it is all over, you will be standing up."<br />I tried to picture myself wearing God's armor, but all I saw was me wearing the stained yellow shirt. Of course! Wasn't my mother's love a piece of God's armor? I smiled and remembered the fun and warm feelings the yellow shirt had brought into my life over the years. My courage was renewed and somehow the future didn't seem so alarming.<br />Unpacking in our new home and feeling much better, I knew I had to get the shirt back to Mother. The next time I visited her, I carefully tucked it in her bottom dresser drawer, knowing that sweater weather was months away.<br />Meanwhile my life moved splendidly. I found a good job at a radio station and the children thrived in their new environment.<br />A year later during a window-washing spurt, I found the crumpled yellow shirt hidden in a rag bag in my cleaning closet. Something new had been added. Emblazoned across the top of the breast pocket were the bright green newly embroidered words, "I<br />BELONG TO PAT." Not to be outdone, I got out my own embroidery materials and added an apostrophe and seven more letters. Now the shirt proudly proclaimed, "I BELONG TO PAT'S MOTHER."<br />Once again, I zigzagged all the frayed seams. Then I enlisted the aid of a dear friend, Harold, to help me get it back to Mom. He arranged to have a friend mail the shirt to Mom from Arlington, Virginia. We enclosed a letter announcing that she was the recipient of an award for her good deeds. The award letter, on official looking stationery printed at the high school where Harold was assistant principal, came from "The Institute for the Destitute."<br />This was my finest hour. I would have given anything to see Mom's face when she opened the "award" box and saw the shirt inside. But, of course, she never mentioned it.<br />On Easter Sunday the following year, Mother managed a coup de grace. She walked into our home with regal poise, wearing that old shirt over her Easter outfit, as if it were an integral part of her wardrobe.<br />I'm sure my mouth hung open, but I said nothing. During the Easter meal, a giant laugh choked my throat. But I was determined not to break the unbroken spell the shirt had woven into our lives. I was sure that Mom would take off the shirt and try to hide it in my home, but when she and Dad left, she walked out the door wearing, "I BELONG TO PAT'S MOTHER" like a coat of arms.<br />A year later, in June 1978, Harold and I were married. The day of our wedding, we hid our car in a friend's garage to avoid the usual practical jokers. After the wedding, while my husband drove us to our honeymoon suite in Wisconsin, I reached for a pillow in the car so I could rest my head. The pillow felt lumpy. I unzipped the case and discovered a gift, wrapped in wedding paper.<br />I thought it might be a surprise gift from Harold. But he looked as stunned as I. Inside the box was the freshly pressed yellow shirt.<br />Mother knew I'd need the shirt as a reminder that a sense of humor, spiced with love, is one of the most important ingredients in a happy marriage. In a pocket was a note: Read John 14:27-29. I love you both, Mother."<br />That night I paged through a Bible I found in the hotel room and found the verses: "I am leaving you with a gift: peace of mind and heart. And the peace I give isn't fragile like the peace the world gives. So don't be troubled or afraid. Remember what I told you: I am going away, but I will come back to you again. If you really love me, you will be very happy for me, for now I can go to the Father, who is greater than I am. I have told you these things before they happen so that when they do, you will believe in me."<br />The shirt was Mother's final gift.<br />She had known for three months before my wedding that she had a terminal disease, amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (Lou Gehrig's disease). Mother died 13 months later, at age 57. I must admit that I was tempted to send the yellow shirt with her to her grave. But I'm glad I didn't, because it is a vivid reminder of the love filled game she and I played for 16 years.<br />Besides, my older daughter is in college now, majoring in art . . . and every art student needs a baggy yellow shirt with big pockets for art class!♥♫♪nyemoni♫♪♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/06066949621681826170noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31577397.post-34255383079071136882007-09-07T15:51:00.000+01:002007-09-07T16:07:57.728+01:00Another A-Z meme<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hey guys, thanks for all your comments to my posts...I appreciate the responses.. I meant to put up this meme for a long time now, but I never got around to doing it. I can't even credit the blogger from who's blog I got this 'cos I've forgotten. I tag all my regular blog visitors.... Have a nice weekend guys!<br /><br />Accent: Dunno! Ask My friends..<br />Booze: Can’t abide by it, so no booze for me, thanks<br />Chore I Hate: Tidying up and scrubbing the toilet<br />Dogs/Cats: Hard to decide cos I grew up with both! But dogs, I think...<br />Essential electronics: Radio, Portable music device, TV..<br />Favourite Perfume: Organza by Givenchy & Poême by Lancomê </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Gold/Silver: Gold.<br />Hometown: Abonnema (Nyemoni), Rivers State<br />Insomnia: Hardly ever! </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Job title: It’s too complicated!<br />Kids: 1 for now and hopefully 2 more!<br />Living arrangements: Pretty comfy apartment…<br />Most admired trait: I heard them say they can confide in me and I am fun to hang with!<br />Number of sexual partners: And how?<br />Overnight hospital stays: Typhoid Fever and after childbirth.<br />Phobia: Electrophobia<br />Quote: “Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins. Offer hospitality to one another without grumbling” (1 Peter 4:8-9)<br />Religion: Christianity<br />Siblings: 5- 1 sis, 4 bros<br />Time I usually awake: 6a.m<br />Unusual talent: I’ve still not discovered it…<br />Vegetable I refuse to eat: Can’t think of any..<br />Worst habit: Delay…<br />X-rays: Age 6 when I swallowed my dads’ little key!<br />Yummy foods I make: Okra soup, Spaghetti Bolognese, Kekefiyaye<br />Zodiac sign: Don’t believe in those things..<br /><br />'moni..<br /><br /><u>Play list</u><br />I'm loving Justin Timberlake so much right now so I leave you with two of his songs from his latest album FutureSex/LoveSounds.. Songs are Lovestoned and Losing my way (Hawt! Hawt! Hawt!) Enjoy!</span>♥♫♪nyemoni♫♪♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/06066949621681826170noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31577397.post-59440724088313509032007-09-04T19:05:00.000+01:002007-09-05T13:52:44.816+01:00Grass to grace....We all know that the only thing constant in life is change. But it is also one of the things we dread most. It's because we do not know exactly what the wind of change will blow our way. If the change which comes our way is positive change, one that elevates us financially, socially and indeed in all ramifications we would be all for it, but when it is an ill wind that blows our way we almost know for sure that dire consequences await us.<br /><br />Such is the plight of some of us, who rather than take the hurdles we come across in life as lessons and try to pick up the threads of our lives would fall deeper into the clutches of despair, despondence, depression.<br /><br />My father has this theory: <u>Constant wrong decisions</u> = Failure<br />Time<br /><br />I don't know where he got this but I believe it.. It's a formula he swears by and has instilled in all his children. I like this formula because it seems sound to me.... of course that does not necessarily mean that all who fail have constantly made wrong decisions or that making constantly right decisions if the fool-proof way to success but in a nutshell, the theory seems pretty concise to me.<br /><br />This leads me to my post for today.... I was pondering about certain acquaintances of my husband and I who were very well to do in the late '90's and now live like paupers. I am in no way celebrating their lot but I spent a lot of time in thought about the term "falling from grace to grass". It hit home when we paid a visit to this couple.....<br /><br />Case Study:<br />Joel (my hubby's childhood playmate)and Mariam (not real names) got married in the late '90's.... then it was all rosy as Joel had a lot of money from his "Oil Bunkering business" -the most legitimate of all illegal businesses- and he had so much cash to spend then.... they always had parties for absolutely no reason and Mariam was always off to some distant country to buy goods to sell.... They lived a fast life, spending, partying, having fun, I used to wonder then just how rich I would have to be to spend without planning- that was how it seemed to me. She had two kids in quick succession and life seemed like it was going to be eternally blissful because they were living the life!<br /><br />Fast forward to 2003....my hubby was away in school so I basically lost contact with his 'friends' some of them called occasionally, others even visited. I lost all touch with Joel and Mariam. In 2005, we ran into them at an event and they look like a shadow of their former selves... No nice clothes, no bling and just plain simple... I had to ask my sis-in-law if she noticed. Of course she did and we wondered, but left it at that...<br />Moving on to this year I got a call from Joel that Mariam had just put to birth and he wanted us to know... being that the Christening fell on a week day, we were unable to attend (because of work commitments and hubby and I decided between ourselves to visit them on any given Saturday.<br /><br />Two Saturdays ago, we decided to visit them and called to let them know we were on our way. Wifey reluctantly gave us sketchy descriptions to their place... we got to the general area and called...believe me, it took about 5 calls before she answered and gave some more directions. We eventually located the place and parked on the street because we were not told which house it was....It took an over 20 minute wait and our having to question some security guards with descriptions of the family and the fact that a new baby was born recently for them to identify the house were looking for. Hubby wanted to go in, but I dissuaded him and told him to be patient....after all, we didn't give them the benefit of telling them beforehand that we planned to visit....<br /><br />Finally Mariam made her exit from the compound- as we say in naijaspeak- and ushered us in...she was a shadow of her former self and she looked so embarrassed.... we got in and were all trying to act normal and all, Joel initially claimed to be sleeping, but later came out and it was on the whole a painful visit.... I felt so bad and I just wondered what went wrong...we all chatted for a while about old times and then Joel took hubby aside and confided in him about his situation. He alluded to the fact that his wife and her family ran him down...He said he spent millions for her dads burial, she never brought a penny in from her business, kept demanding for money for more...How very easy to apportion blame! They never saved for a rainy day....How about the houses you were building, my hubby asked? Which house? Apparently she spun tales about that and a lot of other things as well...bla bla bla...but where do they start? With 3 kids and no income, what do they do?<br /><br />Our analogy on our return home was that they did not invest.... they thought that whatever their source of income was would last forever.... I recalled the days when I would see Mariam and she would go, Joel's building 2 houses now...One in Lekki Phase 1 and the other at VGC...where are the houses? I'm going to the UK next week to buy things for resale... what happened?.... She never even completed her Law degree at the University because she dropped out of school after her wedding...why oh why? Even the business she was doing never brought any money in, she went back for more and more from her hubby for every trip, Whatever happened?<br /><br />I mourned their circumstance but I took the lesson with me. It pays to live with an uncertain tomorrow in mind because change will come and then, what happens?.... What do we do if an ill wind blows our way? Of course the average Nigerian will bind and cast and say tufiakwa! But still we know that He who fails to plan has planned to fail. As for me and my house....God help us, we're planning for our tomorrow today!<br /><br />'moni♥♫♪nyemoni♫♪♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/06066949621681826170noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31577397.post-5102736745273877242007-08-28T18:49:00.000+01:002007-08-28T19:48:13.987+01:00GSM Wahala<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz7UIawAHxJVKOgzIgEGh94wjWjmrHKo5ZqQvshKI0Y554TWpNvYt1463TSzAeIC6gOeKfQRrGql08AlMTNjPVY4H_dCeXSTohykQkUX3Ks1ziyJfl2c5NxnTa-ALyqKA7_CtJhA/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103819290026454130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz7UIawAHxJVKOgzIgEGh94wjWjmrHKo5ZqQvshKI0Y554TWpNvYt1463TSzAeIC6gOeKfQRrGql08AlMTNjPVY4H_dCeXSTohykQkUX3Ks1ziyJfl2c5NxnTa-ALyqKA7_CtJhA/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The inception of the GSM in '01 was of course a welcome development in Nigeria and a lot of us folks felt that we were 'getting there' upon acquisition of our own lines and phones... But of course, the gsm has come fraught with its attendant wahala as well...<br />It has wrecked relationships/marriages, caused people to lose jobs and caused untold embarrassment to lots of people.<br />Am I making sense here? I'm willing to bet I'm not, but let me share some stories with you...<br /><br />1. I have these friends from Secondary School, we all know each other and I recently found out both of them are not so cool with each other anymore, they're only on Hello-Hi levels... Caused some surprise I tell you, so I enquired from them separately as to what the matter was...I asked the girl first and she went, "don't mind him jo...I saw him at a wedding and he was being very cold so I just decided to give him space since then..." Humph...nothing there...I asked the guy and he was like "I saw her at a wedding...some of my friends I went with were admiring her from afar so I told them, OH, I know that babe now, we were in school together, bla bla bla..she's my buddy"... he further decided to call her to prove "tightness?" to his guys and they all watched her from where they were seated....He saw her reach into her bag.....take her phone....look at the caller name... make a really nasty face and return the phone into her bag...he assured me it wasn't funny as his guys still yap him about it to date... Of course they 'ran into' themselves at the wedding but he was not as warm as she wanted him to be...<br /><br />2. I was driving out with my hubby one weekend and he got a call from one of his Oga's at work... he was supposed to be at work that morning but did not go thanks to my *clears throat* persuasiveness.. anyway, he checked his phone and saw his oga's number and asked me to answer and tell him he had gone out and left his phone at home. Here's how it went:<br />Me- Hello?<br />Mr. T- Hello Madam, how are you? Give the phone to Mr. Nyemoni, tell him it's Mr. T<br />Me- I'm sorry but he's not around, he.....<br />Mr. T- (laffing really hard) Hahahaha...Tell him I'm driving behind him...so he's sending his wife to cover up for him eh? Hahahaha<br />Let's just say we're glad the guy is an understanding Oga or else....<br /><br />3. My daughter has on countless occasions tried to embarrass me when I do the "my husband left his phone at home thing"...she always screams, <strong>my daddy is at HOME!!!</strong> lol..Now when I want to lie, I run of her earshot....<br /><br />4. There are countless incidents of people reading their partners text messages and finding out what they really did not expect... I don't want to go into that because I heard too may horror stories... People please...share your GSM gist! Laterz!<br /><br /><br />`moni♥♫♪nyemoni♫♪♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/06066949621681826170noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31577397.post-91142047537437673592007-08-24T17:00:00.000+01:002007-08-24T17:07:09.634+01:00It's all in the Jazz!Let's face it. Some of us pretend we like some genres of music just so we can be seen as being "in the know". We are all guilty of this. Some people choke down food they don't like, others read a book or watch a movie they don't like and because everyone else is raving about it, they go- that book was Faaaab! I couldn't wait to get to the end.....Uh, wait a minute....maybe so, but for entirely different reasons. Some go, "How I loved that movie, my favourite scene was bla bla bla.... I could watch it again and again.." Like really?<br /><br />For me, it was all about the jazz! I have deceived myself for as long as I can remember that I like jazz, probably because the rest of my family does and have even gone as far as buying a jazz CD or two....I finally faced it last 2 weeks or so when I was in training and had to listen to jazz every morning before the training session began. This went on until....Lord...I couldn't take it anymore.....the last day of training, I actually asked the guy who set up the projectors and all to kindly play something else.....lol! I finally accepted the fact that Jazz doesn't soothe me, it doesn't calm my nerves, it doesn't do ANYTHING for me! I'm sorry Kenny G, but what I do like are instrumentals, I like the piano, the guitar, the cello, the harmonica, and the drums...any kind of drums...but the SAX does absolutely nothing except annoy me! I've decided I'm going to give out my Jazz CD's to true lovers of Jazz, maybe my sister or one of my brothers. Let's just hope they really love jazz and aren't kidding themselves ;-) As for me.... I've decided to come out of the closet... <span style="font-size:180%;">I DON'T LIKE JAZZ!!!</span><br /><br />By the way, I'm reading.....<br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_71R0bFWUDK4/Rs7-nWPQLFI/AAAAAAAAAOU/OY0bLKcOTAA/s1600-h/12074585.gif"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifb_4TiMpePBjBljAQYgoVYdbg8tOarGE6Pe48EkCSLkx7HMGPT1qtIYJTaQCnz_aAc9Gearlqo9ztju5bDWPB3UkCKtBLDj_unXEnKdjoqFWvoJ006he9i4zshMsliulUNWli1A/s1600-h/12074585.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102298085624654946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifb_4TiMpePBjBljAQYgoVYdbg8tOarGE6Pe48EkCSLkx7HMGPT1qtIYJTaQCnz_aAc9Gearlqo9ztju5bDWPB3UkCKtBLDj_unXEnKdjoqFWvoJ006he9i4zshMsliulUNWli1A/s200/12074585.gif" border="0" /></a><br />Think devil wears Prada...if you like chic, witty books you'll like this one! I'll fill you in on this one next week! Laters people! ;-)<br /><br />'moni♥♫♪nyemoni♫♪♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/06066949621681826170noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31577397.post-68711367064665108482007-08-17T12:53:00.001+01:002007-08-17T12:53:33.912+01:00EUREKA!<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/5z8nrkfveho' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/5z8nrkfveho'/></object></p><p>Guys, I found the vid.... Enjoy!!!<br /><br />'moni</p></div>♥♫♪nyemoni♫♪♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/06066949621681826170noreply@blogger.com25